Killing Them Softly Streaming Novels & Stories

”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.

Dylan PRESENT... I thought death was supposed to be cold. The same cold that follows darkness, creeping up your back like a spider you couldn't shake. Wrapping around your neck, forcing you to take your last slow gasp. I thought death didn't hurt but I know for a fact my wrists were stinging. I wiggled my wrists. I could move? Am I dead? My eyes fluttered open and slowly my surrounding came into focus. There were people in the room, somewhere. I could hear low chatter around me. As my heart rate settled a little, I could hear pieces of the conversation too.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

Something gentle. Gratitude surges up, sharp and bright. Tears gather in my eyes, and I shift, curling slightly toward him. I bring our joined hands to my lips, pressing my forehead to his fingers. “Thank you.” It’s barely a whisper. But I know he hears it. Silas leans down slowly, his warmth enveloping me, and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. “You won’t have to worry about freedom ever again,” he murmurs. “I’ll take care of you.”

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

She melted at my kiss like she always did. “Ew!” Killian said from over my shoulder. “Kissing Mommy gross.” “Really?” I asked. “I love Mommy’s kisses. Almost as much as I love Mommy.” Penelope has a new romantasy series coming out under the pen name Penelope Barsetti. I was fifteen when the Death King came for us.

He immediately ran to the toilet bowl and stuck two fingers down his throat to vomit. I walked over with my hands crossed. "You forget that we have cameras at home. Seeing this is the first time, I won't press charges. "You are going to call your mother and get her to pick you up. You will never step foot in my home ever again!" Jason vomited so hard that tears streamed down his face. He stood there, trembling. "Aunt Eva, are you kicking me out? Why? I lived with you for three years in my past life! Why is it different this time?!"