Killing Them Softly Streaming Novels & Stories

I wished I could just materialize and protect my mom. However, I no longer had the chance to do that. Caleb was startled by my mom's behavior. He frowned, and a bad feeling began to well up in his heart. My mom's voice had turned hoarse from the crying. With reddened eyes, she said, "Caleb! Liddy loved you so much… How could you bring yourself to kill her? And you wouldn't even have mercy on her ashes…" Trying his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, Caleb pretended to be calm as he said, "Quit pretending! I can expose you with just a phone call!"

Where are you finding the breath to argue? The rest of the squad piled in. "There's another rig coming. You really need to take this one off a dying woman." "This isn't about jealousy, is it. You picking now to put on a show." I started to shake. The tears came down whether I wanted them or not. "Mason. I am not putting on a show. "I am a mother. I would not use my own baby for sympathy. You know me." He turned his head toward me. His eyes lingered on the blood for three seconds.

They whisper about the things I’ve done—the men I’ve taken out, the families I’ve destroyed, the lives I’ve crushed without a second thought. They’re right. I don’t apologize for any of it. Why should I? I do what I have to do, and I do it well. That’s why I’m still standing, while others fall to their knees, begging for mercy. They cry, they plead, they pray, thinking that somehow, someone’s going to save them. But no one ever does. Not from me. I’ve looked into the eyes of men right before I pull the trigger, and you know what I see?

Their mom cried out as she grabbed the collar of one of the medics, but Doris stopped her before she did something worse to the medic. “Ryker, mom, Doris… I’m sorry.” Sophia whispered weakly. The pain became even more unbearable as she spoke. Tears streamed down her eyes as she shut them and cried out, “I can’t take it anymore. Please, please, help me. I don’t want to die.” She pleaded. “She’s awake now, get the sedative.” The only woman who was part of the medics injected something into Sophia's hand then covered her nose with an oxygen mask.

Hearing him Zara’s breath hitched and heart raced violently “Oh yes, just give me two minutes’ kid, then I’ll kill her.” Sunny said sweetly to his brother. Both the brothers were acting as if killing was not a big thing. “No, I’ll kill her…” Ben whined “Kid, somethings are supposed to be done by elders,” Sunny said making his brother understand that he must kill Zara “No!” Ben whined like a child “Okay then let’s toss” Sunny suggested “Okay.” Ben said and took out a coin from his hood’s pocket and passed it to Sunny

I called softly, walking toward the living room. No answer. I checked the living room, then decided to look outside. The sky had turned a beautiful soft orange as evening settled in. The sun was sinking low, bathing everything in warm golden light. A gentle breeze carried the smell of neighbors cooking dinner. Mr. Thompson waved as he pulled into his driveway, and two kids down the street laughed loudly while parking their bicycles. I waved back with a quick “Good evening!” before heading back inside.

I am the Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Yet, when my daughter died, she didn't even get a proper burial shroud. She was thrown at my feet—skin and bones, covered in wounds. As a werewolf of the rare Astolpho bloodline, I faked my death ten years ago. To keep the pack safe, I entered the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, using my bloodline to protect their future. Ten years later, with only two months left until I could leave the Sanctuary, I dreamed of reuniting with my mate and my pups. But my daughter, Anna, was dead. Only then did I learn the truth. Shortly after I left, my mate, Alaric, brought home a girl named Stella, claiming she was his adopted daughter. To keep Stella happy, Alaric smashed the ke

They didn’t understand. They thought he killed because he was cruel. But cruelty was messy. Vane was precise. He didn’t strike for noise. He struck for silence. And in her—somehow—he found both. She wasn’t supposed to be there. A job, clean. One body. One breath. A narrow hallway. A target. A life removed like a smudge from glass. But then— she turned the corner. Late, carrying a paper bag and a book with a broken spine. The light caught her face.

“Then, one day, I got a call from Jace my younger brother. I’m sure you remember him?” “Yes,” I replied softly. “Jace was always such a sweet boy… but I don’t remember the best friend you're talking about.” “Sofie.” I blinked. “Oh. Yes. I heard she committed suicide. Poor child… I remember hearing she was going through a lot.” Callum shook his head slowly. “That’s what they want you to think. But it’s a lie, Scarlett. Sofie didn’t kill herself. She was murdered.” My breath hitched. “What…?”

In the rearview mirror, I could see them still filming. My arm was still bleeding, staining the steering wheel red. My phone started buzzing nonstop. Social media notifications flooded the screen: "SHOCKING! Former Silvermoon Luna Kicked to the Curb!" "LIVE FEED: The Most Tragic Rejected Mate Ever!" "EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: You Won't BELIEVE What Wreck She Drove Away In!" I turned off my phone and focused on the road. It started to rain, pattering against the windshield. The wipers were broken. I could barely see.