Kindness Kills Novels & Stories

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.

“Yes. You share the same weakness as your mother. Both of you are too kind. That was why the vampires could kill your mother through humans.” “Kindness is not a weakness.” “It is! Can’t you see how your mother died? Also, you can be here because of your kindness too.” I shook my head. “I was tricked.” “It can only happen to kind people. They think everyone is like them. But unfortunately, the world is full of malicious people. Think about it next time.” “I want to be alone. Can you leave me?”

“I don’t blame you, nor are you a little girl anymore. I want you to remember something for the rest of your life. You’ll become a lot more mature if you treat kind people with kindness. However, extend the same kindness to evil people and you’ll be one step closer to death. “Do unto others what they do to you, be it kindness or vice versa. Got it?” Reiss nodded. “Got it.” Adrian smiled and stroked Reiss’ hair. “Appreciate the life you have ahead of you and enjoy every moment of it.” Reiss nodded once more. “Okay.” “I have to go now. There are other matters I need to look into.” Adrian was planning to leave when he suddenly thought of something and said, “By the way, Reiss. As your friend, I

Spitting at him, my mom shouted with a gloomy look in her eyes, "Get lost! Go away! You have no right to mention Lydia's name! You murderer! It's your fault! You killed my baby Liddy!" Tears streamed out of the corners of Caleb's eyes. He gripped his head in pain as he said shakily, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Mrs. Wells… I didn't know… I didn't know that was Liddy's urn… I didn't know she'd die because of this! She should be fine… She had to be… "I didn't mean to hurt her… I just… I just wanted her to compensate for the wrongs she had done in the past… Mrs. Wells, can you please give me a chance? I'll make it up to you…"

I suddenly feel drained, and a good night’s sleep would do wonders. I pondered what Ahmya’s last words to me were and wondered what she could mean by them. How can kindness possibly be someone’s doom? I have never received kindness before moving here, so if I want to show people kindness, then I will. I won’t rule with fear, that’s for certain.

She shrieked, "So what if she's dead? She was worthless! She's a burden to this family! Don't pin this all on me! Wasn't it you who ignored her calls and refused to save her?" Mom, Dad, and Edwin stared at her in shock, as if they were seeing her for the first time. The obedient daughter they had cherished was nothing more than a monster. Mom and Dad shook with rage, but fear held them back. Esme wasn't wrong. She was a celebrity, the one who kept the family's name alive. But Edwin didn't rely on her for anything. His hand whipped across her face with a resounding crack. "You killed Claudia. From this day forward, I have nothing to do with the Shaw family. And more than that, I'll make sure

I walked three blocks before taking off the hoodie and folding it into my bag The faint wail of sirens drifted up the street just as I turned the corner. It's the ambulance, they’d already found him. I didn’t need to see the scene to know the man was dead, I had never been sloppy with any of my kills. Someone would be pulling a white sheet over his face before sunrise. By the time I reached my building, the adrenaline had settled into a sharp hum beneath my skin. My studio apartment was small, but it was mine, cozy and quiet. As soon as I stepped inside, a soft, familiar meow greeted me.

My pulse was racing now, my heart hammering inside my chest. “Then please, put her on. You’re scaring me.” “Hold on,” she said. “Let me get her.” *Ivy* I stood in front of the mirror, combing through my hair slowly, watching the soft strands fall into place. My reflection looked calm. Satisfied. Today had gone exactly as I planned. Smooth. Clean. Powerful. I smiled at myself—not for anyone else, just me. A little reward. A smirk tugged at my lips. All my life, I had played the “be kind” game. Keep it sweet. Keep it safe. But kindness never saved me. It didn’t protect the people I loved. It didn’t stop the world from swallowing me whole. You want to know how that made me feel?

She would secretly buy us snacks or give us pocket money. Usually, when my parents were busy with work, Martha would cook for us. Not long ago, she was talking about making roast chicken for me and Ivy. Yet, in a matter of days, everything changed. Ivy killed herself, and Martha jumped, too. David started drinking heavily, and Linda became strange. I felt my world spin. Everything I knew collapsed. Through my exhaustion, I couldn't stop wondering what Ivy's last words were.