Kindness Kills Novels & Stories

I wanted to, but deep down, I knew it was impossible. Reina may be the most feared killer, but to me, she is just Reina. A girl who once had a kind heart but was forced to hide it because the world is not kind to people like her. The world is cruel to those who are soft, so she learned to be tough. She created a new version of herself—one that was dangerous, strong, and feared by many. She became someone who gave orders instead of following them, someone who didn’t hesitate to fight back.

"She's already dealing with enough—can't you show some compassion?" As I watched this all play out, it hit me that I had been reborn. The same thing happened in my past life. Everyone at the hospital praised Mom and Dad as models of medical kindness—too gentle to watch patients suffer. They used our savings to help anyone in need, and our living room was always overflowing with thank-you certificates. Their colleagues loved them, too, since they were always picking up extra work and treating everyone's problems like their own. My whole life, I was taught to be understanding—understand how tough life was for others, and how hard Mom and Dad worked. But why did no one ever try to understand me

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

"Yes, Miss, indeed, you are right. No one has the right to force you do something you are not obligated to do. But all I'm asking is your kindness. That's the only thing I can possibly receive in a matter where no rule is applied." I finally faced the woman and I clearly saw how she blinked her eyes the moment she witnessed my reaction — indifferent, uncompassionate, disgusted. Well, I have no time playing like an angel. If they think I am evil, my deepest apology folks, I don't care. "Kindness, you say?" I laughed sarcastically. "What a luxury word. It is so luxurious that I almost forgotten it exists. Because you know," I tilted my head, my eyes are glued back on the road, "if courtesy run

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

He didn’t wait for a response, just cut the call, leaving me in shock. My heart sank as the call ended. I can’t believe Kai has sunk this low; he’s threatening to kill Dad—the same man who has always supported him, who cared for him like family. It’s a harsh reminder of how cruel people can be, often turning on those who have shown them kindness and love.

her mom said with a big smile when she saw me walking up. "Thank you, Mrs. Bennett. I really appreciate your hospitality," I said, smiling politely. "You should learn a thing or two about hospitality," Evelyn said bitterly. "Eve! That was a rude comment," her mother warned her, but Evelyn glared at me like a fire-breathing dragon. I could tell she was plotting my death in her head, making it extra slow and painful. I took a bite of my corndog and then seductively licked the mustard off the tip because I knew it would bother her. She let out a frustrated groan and then stomped off somewhere else, so I laughed out loud.

"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 herself, however, knew that by taking the easier and almost untwisted path, death would slightly delay their time to pick up her. Being kind is hard, so why not just take the easy choice, no matter how it ends?

he yelled, seemingly angry. “I know I seem ungrateful, but you truly won't understand, Kevin. Not every form of kindness is meant to help you. Some's to kill you. The devil isn't a being with horns; it isn't something that has a long tail, is red, and spits fire out of its mouth. Occasionally it's a normal walking human who smiles the brightest and wants nothing more than to kill you. An example of those devils are the kindest of people because no one can be truly kind”