Licensed To Kill Book Novels & Stories

"Yes, this assumption is obvious." Suddenly her calm manner pissed me off. There was this feeling, this damned injustice and the helplessness that I had struggled with my entire childhood and suddenly I couldn't sit down any longer. I jumped up, yanked the folder off the table, and tossed it across the office. "Those monsters killed my parents!" "Shanks." I slapped Reese's hand away when he reached for me. "Why are these beasts allowed to live ?! We should burn them alive! " Jilin was not disturbed by my outburst. "That is against the law."

He paused and added, "But I was already with you. All I felt for her was childhood friendship. Then she told me she had cancer, and her last wish was to be my wife, so I..." So, just like the top comment said, it was a touching second-chance romance. If I weren't the side character in this story, I'd be clapping for the star-crossed lovers. My nails dug into my palms as I forced myself to stay calm. I snorted, "So, you married Vivian behind my back?"

"You'll regret this, all of you!" Marcos simply watched, his expression unreadable. "Take her bag," he commanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. Amelia swiftly relieved Isabella of her bag. "Let's see what our birthday girl is hiding," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice as she unzipped the bag. Amelia opened the side and seeing papers and Isabella's custom made Beretta. Amelia whistled, distracted by the gun. "You sure are prepared," she commented, hefting the weapon. "But you won't be needing this where you're going."

No will. Only heartbreak. I see Lucian raise the gun. Cold steel gleams under the full moon. My breath catches, frozen. “For the crime of attempting to kill the Luna, you, Nara Starlit, of the Starlit pack…” His voice is flat, dead of emotion. “…are condemned to death.” The crowd watches, silent and hungry, eyes gleaming with righteous fire. No one speaks for me. No one defends me. I was never one of them. Not truly. Not golden-haired. Not chosen.

Then, he began burying her alive. "Goodness! What's happening? Isn't that the Alpha's beloved adopted daughter?" "Did Raeya kill Loveta? I can't believe it!" Ignoring their murmurs, Maxim howled as he performed my funeral ritual. When the funeral ended and the pack members began returning to pack grounds, Maxim, Ethan, and Aidan stood before my tombstone. They drew sharp silver daggers and plunged them into their bodies. "Don't be afraid, Loveta. We're coming with you!"

Counting down to the moment when Roberto Moretti’s empire would crumble. I poured myself a cup of black coffee and took a long sip, staring out the window at the city. Every skyscraper shimmered with false promises, every honking car oblivious to the war moving in silence beneath the streets. “Soon,” I whispered, almost to myself, almost to the ghosts. I shut down the burner account I’d used for the application, clearing traces, then pulled out my laptop. If I was going to walk into the lion’s den, I needed to know exactly which lion I was dealing with.

She's talking about something else entirely. "Why?" I ask. "Why what?" I step in front of her, forcing her to stop walking. "Why hunt them? What do they want with them?" She looks at me as if the answer were obvious. "They want to destroy them for no reason other than that they hate them." Her hands twitch, and she looks around again like she's nervous. "Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it."

Bang! So She's The Thing He Kills For? But Don't forget my dear readers, 'Each man kills the thing He Loves.'

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”