Kindness Kills Novels & Stories

"She won't kill them, at least not now. Moreover, you might want to give me the nectar in exchange for their life. " I heard a painful moan as I quickly returned my gaze to the fight. Favour and Michael are now lying on the sandy floor, squirming in pain with blood oozing out of their mouths. Without anybody telling me, I knew she had broken some of their bones. That is what my mom likes and those are the same things she taught me. Make your enemy beg for compassion. Break all their bones, make them crawl in front of you, asking for your forgiveness, and show them hell on earth before you kill them,' she always told me.

She searched the Internet about fates and destiny,about people seeing each other,about things working out according to ones destiny and fate. She thought about him the next day,if he thinks about her too. She hates that she thinks about him but the conversation they had last night was still fresh,maybe she will forget about him as time flies. But she didn't think about him for just one day,she thought about him for weeks and if what he actually said about destiny and faith would work them,if they could meet again. She sometimes hates Kyle for dragging her outside " if she didn't drag me outside, maybe we could have exchanged phone numbers "

You can go ahead and kill him. “Laura, I know you won’t do something as despicable as killing someone. You can’t kill me, you’re just too kind to do so. No one knows you better than I do. The new members of the pack would probably think that you’re a strict and stone hearted queen. They don’t know how kind you are. You could never hurt a fly. You cry over the littlest things. You’re a soft women, even incapable of seeing blood —“

Alex, my driver, said, running back to me "Check on the woman," I said to Alex going to check on the child beside her. What a cute child. It seemed to be a few days old. He was killed just like that. I crouched down to check if he was breathing. He was dead. Completely dead. I sighed 'what would a few days old kid could've done to deserve such a cruel death.' I said as I took a picture of the infant. I took out my phone and called for help.

There is no better death than death at the hands of a loved one. My gift is merciless with him, but he holds on. The thought arose in my head to stop, but not to turn back what had been done. He can't live. A tear rolled down my cheek. I didn't think I'd hurt myself by killing a monster. The radiance reached Kasia's face. Don't cry, I'm not worth it. You are the only good thing in my life. Goodbye! The glow completely filled the body of the bitten primordial, a slight flash, and it crumbled, becoming dust.

I stand at the door, staring at Zayne as he presses a knife to Alex's neck, not really sure if I want him dead or not. I thought our movie might end with us being friends again if we tried enough, but the ending credits are rolling and my heart sinks to the deepest pit of my stomach when the realization hits me. Alex was never my best friend. My whole life had been a lie. The people I once cherished, who I believed would always be there for me, had proven to be the very ones who would bring me to the edge of my own destruction. Mom, Alex, and now Zayne.

“He used to get it as a boy, when the hunts went out, and the dogs brought things back. He grew out of it. You learn, in a house like this, in a life like this. You learn that being soft about small dying things is a luxury, and luxuries get you killed.” There’s something under the lightness now. I can feel it, the way you can feel a current under flat water. “I don’t think kindness is a luxury,” I say. “No, you wouldn’t.” She glances at me, and for a moment the brightness thins and something almost real shows through—something that’s been watching me since I walked out of those doors. “Let me guess. Hard childhood. The kind where nobody came when you cried, so you decided very young that yo

Alongside other affected parents, we demanded the death penalty. In the courtroom, Mrs. Lane wept uncontrollably. “I honestly can’t believe you’re the one who killed Alice.” “Just a few days ago, Alice said that you were her favorite friend. You have no conscience. Your childhood was full of darkness, your own family made you suffer, and yet Alice was the only one who genuinely cared for you.” “To heal your own childhood and take revenge on those who didn’t love you, you killed someone who truly cared for you. Was it really worth it? Don’t you feel even a shred of remorse?”

"But there is no point in helping such doomed creatures. They will never lead fulfilling lives with ailments such as that. You are just being a hopeful idiot." It takes me a while to realize that his remarks have two meanings. I say, "There is nothing wrong with being kind. Maybe you should try it sometime," out of anger before I can stop myself. He snips back, "And why would I do that?" "Kindness is weakness. Kindness is for the weak, so I suppose it makes sense why you practice it."

Still breathing, still here, but not fully alive. And for what? I’ve lived my life quietly. I’ve worked hard. I’ve kept my head down. I never tried to take more than I was given. I was careful….so careful to stay in my place. To never cross lines. To respect everyone’s space, their wealth, their world. Yet, someone… someone still wanted me dead. Why? What could I have done to deserve such cruel retribution? Was kindness now punishable? Or was it something else entirely?