Killing Them Softly Streaming Novels & Stories

We lay there on the cold floor, breathing hard, bodies still pressed together. “I love you, Zane. So much. I don’t ever want to lose you.” The words broke something open between us. Zane pushed himself up and moved off me. He lay beside me without speaking for a long moment. Then he turned and looked at me. His eyes caught the faint city light and they were shining. He reached out and touched my cheek with his thumb. Then he kissed me. Soft. Slow. Like he was terrified I would vanish if he pressed too hard.

"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.

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.

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.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

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.