Kindness Kills Novels & Stories

I'm so sorry! Rage contorted Fred's face. He grabbed the cane by the bed and struck Josh hard. "Get out! You're no son of mine! "She was your mother, and you let an outsider kill her right in front of you! "Do you even have a conscience, Josh? She gave you the money to build this hospital and save lives, but you couldn't even save hers!" Blood began to trickle down Josh's forehead where the cane had struck, but he remained silent. All he did was repeatedly bow and apologize.

Droon would know my secrets. “Are you… stupid?” Droon asked in deliberation. If it was an insult, it would be nothing hurtful in my ego but Droon asked with innocence and seriousness! The one that he really thought about carefully and asking in such a manner to be more considerate of my state of intelligence and feelings. He was like a teacher asking details too make sure he could teach students effectively, making plans to consider late bloomers so that everyone is equal and everyone learns something. Too much kindness can hurt! This is called, "Kill them with kindness!"

Sorrow and death. This is why I never displayed kindness towards people I don’t trust. I refuse any touch of kindness in my life from people I barely know. It’s a poison. When people know you have a tender heart, they take advantage on it again and again. And humans, being as selfish and greedy as they are, would never give a damn if they’re already destroying you. That’s the reality we live in – cruel. “Damsel!” I almost jumped in surprise when Claire knocked hard on the table. “Are you alright? You were not listening to me,” she uttered and looked at me worriedly.

Order above all. Yet as I watched them prepare, memory surfaced uninvited... A burning village. Bodies everywhere. An alpha who believed compassion made him strong had opened his borders. By dawn, his pack was gone. Mercy killed them faster than any enemy. I learned what the world keeps trying to forget: Kindness without structure is slaughter. “Elara,” I murmured to the wind. “You think you are freeing them.” But freedom is only beautiful from a distance. Up close… it looks like panic.

“And your dad? He was known for his kindness. I bet he found a way out to settle the whole grudge." "Unfortunately, he didn't. It was his kindness that killed him in the end. Had he ended Barrack after finding out about his deeds, maybe he would still be alive." sorrow clawed the inside of my skin with a spider-like feel, coldness spreading with the memory of their lifeless bodies littering the ground. "You had warriors back, then didn't you?" Something resembling anger twisted in my gut with bitterness.

"Kaia... come back. I won't make you do it anymore..." Everyone who'd come to visit said she'd lost her mind. After a few muttered complaints, they left. I watched the friendships and respect Mom had built by sacrificing herself for everyone else fall apart. But I wasn't happy. I was just... sad. I finally understood what a good deed really was. It wasn't destroying yourself to make everyone else happy. It was helping because you could... And because you wanted to. We'd had it wrong all along.

Passersby glanced over, whispering as they pointed. “Isn’t that Evelyn? She can’t even tolerate her own cousin.” “Clara is an angel. But Evelyn? She’s bound to choke on her jealousy.” The guilty of Andrew disappeared. His face twisted with disgust now. “Evelyn, apologize to Clara at once. I can’t believe I ended up with a woman like you. What bad luck.” Behind him, his followers smothered their laughter. “Our big brother will enjoy life. She won’t get to control anything.”

] I replied with a smiling emoji. Kindness needs boundaries. And if people want warmth to last, they need rules too. After everything that happened, my life had finally found its balance. I kept my kindness. I just learned how to make it go further.

"I'm..." John stops moving, suddenly giving me this intense expression I've never seen him wear before. It's colder. "If you got something to say, you should just say it." His harsh tone frightens me, yet I speak. "Why are you being so nice to me? I killed your crewmates." John regards me in silence before parting his lips. "Because killing someone with kindness is the worst punishment, don't you think?" "I-I'm not sure if I'm following."

“Exactly. Ava’s so selfish and impulsive. She knew her kidneys were the best match for Sophia, but she kept pretending to be sick just to avoid donating.” My youngest brother, Chris Blythe, added. I stared at them. Each word they said was like a needle stabbing straight into my heart. I only had one kidney left! How could I possibly donate it to someone else? Then, they used to call me their sensible little princess. Now, just because I wouldn’t give my last kidney, I’m unreasonable? I was the one they spoiled like a princess my entire life! However, ever since Sophia Foster came into the picture, I somehow have a “princess complex”.