Kira Death Novels & Stories

I hear, and turn to see Kylie’s father, his hands bound and on his knees. Fuck me! When shots ring out, I practically leap across the room and onto my mate. I pick her up and move her behind the bar. “He’s dead! Ohh Goddess! My dad, I felt him… I felt his connection…” she cries out, over the sound of Mags and Hazel returning fire and glass shattering. Asher fills my head with a thought I can’t believe I was too stupid to see. “That’s the male that tried to mark you?? Grouch,” I snap, holding her face.

“I can’t walk…” “Figure it out, Kira. You always do.” He stepped over her and ran to Vanessa. “That was the moment. Kira Westbrook died on that ballroom floor. What stood up was someone else entirely.” Kira sat frozen, her hand still outstretched, watching her husband disappear into the crowd. Someone bumped into her and she nearly hit her head. Her eyes were watering from the smoke already or maybe from something else. “Mommy!” Lily appeared beside her, tears streaming down her face. “We have to go!”

Clara said, avoiding Riana’s eyes. “Claraaaa…..” “Ok fine. I did think of shoving that ice pick through his neck….for a mere moment.” Clara was getting herself ready for the long lecture that was coming ahead but to her surprise the lecture was short. “Clara, I know you were very angry and anxious. But please remember that you can not stain your beautiful hands with blood. Killing is wrong no matter what. So you can never do that.” Riana gave her a warm smile followed by a hug. “Riana?” Suddenly a voice said.

"Hi your majesty, can I please know where my mom and dad are?" A tiny voice from behind me made me turn around to be greeted by Kira in her fluffy pajamas. My face lit up with a smile as I pick her up from the floor. She just woke up after a terrible day, her innocent face void of information about her mom's death. "Daddy is busy with duties but he's gonna come back and tell you everything." I gulp down a lump in my throat as I tried hard to cover up the truth about her mom's situation. She have no idea that she passed away being murdered by the rogue.

"How long was I out?" "Two days. The doctor said you needed it. To heal. To recover." Kira pulled back. Tears streaming. "You died. Kind of. For like thirty seconds. Your heart stopped. Thorne nearly lost his mind. Started screaming at the doctor. At everyone. Saying he wouldn't let you go. That you had to live. That—" "Kira. Breathe." Kira breathed. "Sorry. I'm just—I was so scared. We all were. Mira especially. She blames herself. Says if she hadn't gotten captured, you wouldn't have been rescuing people, wouldn't have been shot—"

"I love you, Dolciccima." Their lips smacked for a kiss, but then his phone buzzed, and they had to break it. Without even picking the phone, he knew it was Paolo, and when he picked, it's indeed him. He got a text from him and Nelson and Kelvin, and they're all about the same thing. Paolo: Kira Nakamura died in Tura hotel last night. She was stabbed to death with a knife in an elevator during a lights out. Violette and Massimo read it together, and their glances met immediately.

Her voice was strong and steady. I glanced at the phone screen and was a little surprised to see who she was calling. It was Mikael. She said, "Dad, what do we do now? Flora is really dead. Didn't you tell me that stuffing some sand and gravel inside wouldn't cause any problems? We agreed that once she's paralyzed, we can cash out her critical illness insurance."

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Every time he killed, the mark on my shoulder bled a little more. "The Debt," Julian whispered, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. "The more I fight for her, the more I destroy her." "Exactly," Silas purred. "Biology is destiny, Doctor. You are a predator. She is the prey. The Tenth Life is the end of the loop. If you kill my men, she dies from the feedback. If you let me take her, she lives... but she belongs to the Board." Julian dropped the scalpels. They clattered against the stones of the creek, the silver fading to a dull, rusted grey. He fell to his knees, his head bowed.

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."