Kindness Kills Novels & Stories

My head jerked up, and I stared at the evidence bag. Impossible. This morning, I'd only inspected and reinforced the lines. I hadn't cut anything. Satisfaction flickered in Gabriel's eyes, but it was gone in an instant. He turned to me with a pained expression. "Evie, why would you do this? I know you wanted to save money, but you can't gamble with people's lives!" Accusations crashed over me like waves. "Monster!" "She killed a whole family just to save money! Someone like that deserves to be executed!"

"That they'd kill her eventually?" "I think she suspected. But she believed if she could just prove herself useful enough, kind enough, they'd accept her." Nyx shook her head. "She was wrong. Fear always wins over kindness in the end." "Then why are you teaching me kindness? You could have let me kill that rogue yesterday."

And now watching her reaction to seeing Zenas safe and alive he could not but feel both pity and love for her. "You really are very kind, Your Highness." She turned to raise a brow. "Not many will care about the well-being of a whore or even be bothered with the wants of a lowly priest." "Kindness is not a burden, it is an act of selflessness and sacrifice. What do I lose by being kind? Nothing. Rather I gain." She smiled mischievously. "Has my kindness not won your friendship?" He laughed. "It has indeed, Your Highness."

she added, her smile widening, eyes sparkling with that sick excitement. Grateful? For what? For wanting to kill me? The absurdity of it hit me like a slap, but instead of anger, it just fueled the fear churning inside. She really is insane, I thought, my mind racing. Completely unhinged. Her voice was soft. “Instead of you shaking like a little bitch, you should thank me for being kind enough to give you options.” Kind? Was this what kindness looked like now? Standing there naked, holding death over my head like it was nothing, smiling like she’d won some grand prize?

“Don’t let this war change you. Don’t let it make you hard and cold. You have a gentle heart, a good soul…don’t lose that.” “You’re doing okay.” I’m shocked by what she said. “Do you think I’m cruel and unkind?” “When you have to be.” “Yes,” I agree. “When I have to be, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy killing people.” That’s not entirely true. Sometimes, I relish in it, especially when I get to kill someone that hurt one of mine. “Stay kind, my Willow, if you don’t we’ll all lose our way.” “Kindness gets you nowhere. Look what kindness did to me.” She angrily wipes a stray tear from her cheek, but she doesn’t back down, she keeps staring at me, daring me to contradict her.

Seriously, if he really cared about me, would he play the comparison game when I was feeling like death warmed over? "Oops, Harriet's allergic, my bad, totally slipped my mind," Yvonne cooed, her words dripping with fake pity. "I just love seafood, and Lucas, bless him, he's always going along with it." I just flashed her a tight smile and shot back, "Yeah, he's super considerate of you." Lucas's face turned stormy, and he slammed his cutlery down like he was trying to make a point. Mad? I was just calling it like I saw it. What was he mad about?

“What happened to my baby?” Mama walked into the room. “Maria, the doctor said she might have brain damage. She went for about 3 minutes without air.” Ricardo said. “What did you do to my baby? She was happy who did this?” “Cameron paid Pablo to kill Teresa and Isabella. He raped them along with ten other people.” “Where is he? I’ll kill him for this. Where is Teresita?” “Isabella already killed them. Teresa is home with Chino. She can’t stand to see Bella like this, and to be honest, neither can I.”

We would kill her with no second thought . So , I hesitated ever so slightly. And it almost killed me . I almost died because I was going to be good for once and spare the wife , to try and change . For my girl . But that didn't work . Maybe if I keep trying , eventually I'll just become naturally good at being kind . I want to become good for her. She's my light and I don't want to infect her with darkness .

I smirked at him and focused on other people and nodded my head to the musician to start the music. I began to tap my hand on the microphone to follow the tempo. And I sang: The world can be a nasty place, You know it, I know it, yeah, We don't have to fall from grace, Put down the weapons you fight with, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now,

He cried, his small hand tugging on his pants. He scoffed. "Why should I save her? I don't save people, I kill them! And I'm not kind little boy, I'm ruthless. Kindness is weakness!" He started to move but he just wouldn't let go of his trousers. "Kindness doesn't make you weak, it only means you're a good person. And that you have a big heart!" "I'm not a good person!" He snapped but he didn't seem scared at all. "Deep down, there is goodness in everyone, you just need to find it." How could a little boy know this much?