Killing Time Book Novels & Stories

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.

Kyle said in a bored tone. I ask help from both of my friends. They are here to help me with my predicament. And now I wanna start to reconsider my decision on calling them both. These two guys whom I've been friends since diaper days seems to make my mess more unbearable. Well, their women are the bestfirends of Arianne so I am still not sure if they won't sell me to their women. Taking a deep sigh I turn to look at the time on my watch. Geez it's already 11 o'clock!

If he didn't—she'd still been right about the quarter-second smile. The call came on a Friday. Past eleven. Vincent had just finished a job. Three days of surveillance, two minutes of action, and then the long, hollow hours afterward when the adrenaline burned off and left nothing behind. He'd showered. Changed. Sat on the edge of his bed. The apartment was quiet. Quieter than usual. Or maybe it was the same as always, and tonight he just noticed it. He drove to the bar out of habit. Same corner. Same bourbon. He wasn't expecting the drink to help. It didn't.

don't let me puke. "Stop staring, it's creepy" "Mmhmm, miss killer assassin is scared of me?" She said proud of herself. "Not even in your dreams" I chuckled. She gave me a light tap on my thigh and walked away. What the fuck did she mean by love? What is love? Waste of time, my time actually. My plan was pretty simple and cute too. Over my fence, kill whoever gets in my way, get the documents and bolt, just fucking bolt.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font. "What is the book about?" "History." Delice shrugged while she picked a book off the shelves, putting another in its place. Wasn't that like, going to mess up the order of the books? She had bigger things to worry about right now though. "How long ago? A hundred years? Two years? A thousand?" "10 years ago was the end of the datk times. It lasted more than that though." With a book in her hand, she started swaying to an empty seat by the window side.

He really was good at Calculus, not that I was going to tell him that anytime soon though. I stuffed the folder into my bag as well and with a shrug, I stuffed my ancient copy of Cyanide by Ludwig Singer along with it. It was my favorite book in the whole world, I had had it since I was fourteen and I had this belief it brought me luck and the good Lord knew I needed all the luck in this world to scale the next fourteen days. 6:12AM. I still had time to kill, literally I wish I could kill time. It'd be nice to be able to control time, to switch the hands of the clock forward and backwards at will. To go back to correct some mistakes, to experience some things once again.

The leftovers were for the servants. Waste not right? Adrexa suddenly bursts into the kitchen, where I am patiently waiting for the outcome of my meal. "The Prince and Princess want to see you immediately!" Adrexa commands breathlessly. Shit. Adrexa quickly turns and scurries back down the corridor. I quickly follow her, but I feel incredibly fatigued from my day. The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques.

Learn how to hide and protect yourselves, you idiots. I kept on flipping the book, finding something that seems so interesting. I love reading so maybe I can just read for now even if it'll just end up worthless. I have nothing to do anyway. I'll just continue my hunt to that bastard the moment the sun rises tomorrow. I really love reading books about history and maybe this will help me with my boredom and give me a lot of energy for my battle tomorrow. I read some pages till my eyes landed on an illustration which seems to be erased now if I'll touch it. It has something written in it but it's already blurry. It's visible how many years it has already passed.

I wait until he’s upstairs and his bedroom door closes before I creep into the foyer again, listening to Josie and Adrian whisper-fighting down the hall. “I can’t wait for you to go back to Wellington,” she hisses, but then her voice changes to something bright and amicable as she places another food order. The microwave beeps, and Adrian howls, hissing under his breath as what I assume is steaming hot popcorn is dumped into a bowl, but I’m not here to eat and watch a movie. I look back into the study, my heart hammering. Where would she keep the book? Not out in the open, for sure. It’s the only copy left of the grimoire, The Book of Whispers, the recipes within capable of undoing the fabri