Killing Them Softly Streaming Novels & Stories

Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni? I was quietly drinking here while Videlle and Natt were talking about something, I didn't know that because I didn't know anything about what they were talking about."It's hot, damn it," I whispered and looked at the emptiness."It's cold," said Videlle, I turned to him with a frown and looked at him from head to toe "The fuck, it's like you're killing me in your brain," "You want me to tell the truth?" I asked sarcastically and raised my eyebrows at him. He moved my face away with his right hand, I immediately removed his hand from my face because of the cold.

And here we are. "You still want to be alive?" he nods his head. "Okay," he looked at me shocked. "Thank you, thank you." I got up and make my way to drake. Drake raised his brows looking at me curiously. "So you’re going to let him live?" I scoffed then quickly raised my gun and shot Mr. Ricci at his head sending blood flying everywhere. Bet he didn’t see that coming. I turned to the drake, he looked at me in disbelief. "What? I need drama." Every time we go out for a mission I always go for the interesting kill rather than the basic and simple one.

She stood motionless, her gaze fixed on a point beyond the tiled wall, as though retreating into a place where none of this was real. Takumi turned the faucet, warm water spilling into the tub with a low, soothing rush. The steam rose, fogging the mirror and softening the harsh light. He glanced over his shoulder at Samantha, who hadn’t moved. Her lips trembled as she muttered under her breath, her voice quivering like the thin edge of glass. “I-I killed him,” she stammered, her words barely audible over the running water. Her wide, tear-filled eyes finally met Takumi’s, searching for something—absolution, understanding, or maybe just acknowledgment. “H-He's dead. I… I didn’t mean to. I-I wa

The world no longer saw them as people. The latest stream was titled “Kane Sisters – Unmade.” Over 5.4 million viewers tuned in as Sophia and Aurora were thrown onto the filthy studio floor like broken dolls. The air was thick and foul, a choking haze of rotting cum, sharp piss, sour milk, sweat, and the constant reek of two endlessly used cunts. The black mats squelched wetly beneath their bodies, sticky with layers of old filth that clung to their skin.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

Kim chuckled softly. John agitatedly brought a gun from his back and pointed it at Kim. "Are you fu¢king with me! Uhn! My life and my family's own is on the line here" John spoke out fearfully, with sweat allover his face. "Why in the world is one man not dead..is he a god? Or some kind of supernatural creature? Just one guy, you all find him hard to kill!" Kim swiftly disarmed John of the gun, gave him a knee kick at his lower abdomen, causing John to squat in pain, blood dripping from his mouth. Kim threw the gun to the ground, dragged John up by the collar of his shirt and faced him.

“I just don’t want you to screw this up, I know how much this means to you. It’s been years since you saw them, you might still have a place in your heart for them…” “Don’t worry about that” I said, clenching my fists in anger “They tried to kill me, they almost did. The only thing I thought about all these years was how to hurt them just like they had hurt me. I’m dead to them, soon they would all the dead to me”. I removed my hand from the sink not even realizing how hard I had been gripping it until my knuckles turned white. I had to calm my heart before it went overdrive.

”I'm not going to break,” she whispered. ”I know.” ”Then stop treating me like I will.” He kissed her again. Harder this time, more demanding. She kissed him back. The windows fogged. The city disappeared. "Say my name," he said, his voice rough against her ear. "Vincent." "Again." "Vincent—" There was nothing but the two of them, the dark, and the soft sound of breathing—two people who had spent too long holding back, finally letting go. When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathless, he didn't say anything. Neither did she.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

The words slipped softly from my mouth. Then, like a passing breeze, I disappeared. A broken cry echoed through the living room. The world was beautiful. If I get another life... I hope it has a happier ending.