Kindness Kills Novels & Stories

It made it look as if I were the perpetrator, and they were the victims. In the comments, a swarm of brainless fans cheered him on. "Good thing you ran. Staying under a black-hearted boss like that would drain you dry sooner or later." "Ryan is so loyal. Even after quitting, he still took everyone with him. That alone makes him way better than that boss who hides behind fake kindness." "Support!" Amid the praise, one different comment surfaced.

Ash urged, rubbing his hands together. Something tightened my chest. I knew how I wanted Charon to feel. I think I knew what he deserved, but those beliefs also stood against what I had been taught in the orphanage. I had learned to live and breathe using moral and church values, but now I was seriously considering breaking the fifth commandment. Then again, the human race had always killed with the names of gods on their lips. Hypocrisy and double standards were the two things that often made me question the definition of right and wrong. Of course, I could do nothing or even decide to let Charon walk freely, hoping that one day he would be punished by some higher power, but the punishment

I took out the kite when I was completely drenched in water when I was shivering from cold when I was numb for a second and when I was at infinity. and the next thing I remember my dad was looking at me as if I have swallowed something against his will. my mother was horrified as I have killed someone. and there was a guy who was older than me. who was staring at me as if I was a piece of disgust? the heated hard stare was directed at my eyes, the heated hard stare which was quivering me from inside. the heated hard stare was piercing my body into thousands of pieces, the heated hard stare was making me blind ahead of thousands of eyes.

My father, distracted at work, fell from a high structure and died on the spot. My mother, unable to endure the loss, drank poison in front of our graves. Timothy never found out the truth about his parents' deaths. With the support from Rachel's parents, he built his own company, staying together in love with Rachel for the rest of his life. Fragment after fragment drifted past me, until finally, I saw the very same floating comment that had once warned me about the poisoned test paper. However, there was no malice in it. Only warmth. [Congratulations, Jessie Love. You've escaped your destined death. From now on, live well.]

"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."

that widowhood wasn’t an end for me, it was an opening. And then came Larry. Kind Larry, generous Larry, always checking in on me, always making sure I was “alright.” He thought he was being nice. That’s his problem... he doesn’t realize kindness is dangerous. Kindness opens doors, gives a woman like me the chance to slip inside. He thought I was fragile, and broken. No, darling, I was waiting.

"You sure know to repay debts, don't you? Ever since I told you number eight helped to the room, you've been nothing but worried about her. I'll tell you to be careful around her so don't suffer the fate as her or even worst" "Since I'm the type to repay a debt, then permit me to return the favor by also giving you a piece of advice. In a place where we have to live in fear, where there is almost no hope for another day and each of us struggles to live by, a little kindness might just save the day moreover it cost you nothing." "Positions sure changes people. Just yesterday, you were shivering like a child whose has lost his mother and overnight, you're all grown up, a philosopher to be prec

Your words are enough to free myself from shackles that limit me for a long time. If all people are like you, then, I am fully sure that this world will be a better place. Even aliens from outer space would like to build a home here. People who think that fame, power and fortune make the world go round are the worst. You cannot prolong your life when you all got those. And you cannot take those things to your grave. Once you are dead, you will turn to dust, just like other people who died in the past centuries ago. It is kindness that really make the world go round.

He didn’t care enough about others. "Alright, I will see you around," he says, his tone a mixture of professionalism and guilt, “Thank you for your time.” My mom was right. Kill them with Kindness.

Kayden said this time his eyes flickered from black to red trying to contain his anger within. “ I had to kill them and the little boy myself before they becomes a threat to the park and you ask me to spare you ? I'm only being kind to you and ask to kill six of your members as a truce and you had the guts to open your flirthy mouth to ask me to spare you. You know very well that if it was my brother Jayden you did this to he won't spare you or your people because forgiveness isn't in his dictionary as he would make sure to atleast eliminate half of your kind ” Ryan knew that Kayden was right about Jayden’s uncontrollable temper and he knew that Kayden was being kind enough to just kill six