Licensed To Kill Book Novels & Stories

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.

"You think you deserve that? Officer, this person murdered a teammate, slandered military personnel, and attempted to sabotage a rescue operation. Under wartime regulations, how should this be handled?" The officer answered curtly, "Exile." "No—don't! There's radiation out there! Zombies! I'll die!" Eliza screamed hysterically, thrashing wildly. "Strip her protective suit and throw her out," Alec ordered coldly. The enraged teammates surged forward, ripping off the protective suit Eliza was wearing—the one that had once belonged to Jack. "Please… I'm begging you, don't throw me out. Let me stay—I'll do anything! I'm pretty, I can serve men, I—"

“It’s practically over before it’s begun. That’s the nice thing about these magical wars–they’re quick. It’ll be over by morning.” I grip the hilt of my father’s sword. I’ve been imagining this moment for months–debating how I’d do it. There were plenty of times I could have killed this man. Torn him to shreds. But he kept the book hidden, and I’d be damned if I killed him without knowing its location. The only reason he’s alive right now is because he’s holding the book, and I’m going to give him a single chance to undo this mess before finally, finally, killing him.

The chains snapped. Elena dove for the book’s spine, fingers prying at the binding. “The counter-contract! Dad’s erasure—it’s in the glue!” She dug, nails splitting, blood mixing with the book’s. The spine cracked, revealing a single red thread, pulsing like a vein. Marco’s voice was a whisper. “Cut it. But it’ll take one of us. The storyteller has to stay.” The book lunged, pages flapping into wings, the cover a maw. It swallowed Jenkins whole, his scream cut off as the pages closed. Lila’s flare gun fired, the light consumed. The book grew, towering, a cathedral of blood and memory.

["True, but in special cases, you're allowed to kill them. This is one of those special occasions." "Why is this a special occasion?" ["The Male protagonist gained a conscious."] "What do you mean he gained a conscious, didn't he always have one?" ["Not that kind, no, this one is against the world's control, he broke free of his fate and broke the link that allowed the world to not only influence him but also control him, it's like a book character coming to life and refusing to follow the path that was laid down for them."] " I see, but why is this so dangerous that the world itself wants me to kill him?"

Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual. The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not be able to create his body. If I died, everyone else could live…

But I'm ready for him, I don't care if I die killing him, people like him don't deserve to be alive. The Next day I walked into the school confidently, I didn't look at anyone but I knew their eyes were on. It was twelve PM so I decided to go to the library, when I walked in, there was no one there. I checked for a book called 'hundered ways to kill someone' it was a novel though and I have no idea what it's doing in the library, Emma told me about it. I found the book, I took a seat and opened to the first page, I saw a lot ways but most of them will be difficult.

"You might have the numbers, but we have something you'll never understand. Unity. We fight for a purpose greater than ourselves, and that gives us strength." The Hunter snorts. "Save your speeches for someone who cares, witch. You're just a pawn in a game that's already been won." I struggle to free my wrist, but it's no use. The Hunter's grip is too tight. "We'll never give up. We'll keep fighting until our last breath. And even then, our legacy will live on." The Hunter leans down, his face inches from mine. "Your legacy will be nothing but a footnote in the history books, a cautionary tale of what happens to those who dare to challenge us."

Zane said in a possessive manner Zane loved Elena in a possessive way, he would kill Elena in a snap of the fingers rather than leave her Elena was surprised to know that Zane waited for you because she always saw him as a heatless bastard “but I don’t want you,” Elena said being a bold woman, Zane maintains a gap between them and looked at her up and down “you don’t want me that means you don’t want your mate,” Zane asked her in doubt and Elena laughed

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.