Michael Clifford Kik Novels & Stories

Cliff was so frightened that he pleaded with Kiran, “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill…” Slap! Kiran slapped him. “If you don’t want to die, shut up.” Cliff bit his tongue and covered his mouth to stop himself from speaking. “You. Go kill someone first.” Kiran threw Cliff in front of an injured person and said, “If you don’t kill him, you’ll die!” Cliff hurriedly stood up and was wailing in his heart, unaware that Kiran picked him first because he kicked Michael. He looked down at the man from Wolfgate with a broken leg. He was so frightened that his soul left his body, and he took two steps back.

Xander showed me the view from the roof of the building closest to the east wall. "Lukas, come here, please." The man limped over. Kiema was getting good at the crotch shot. Good for her. I pointed to the screen. "Who's who?" He peered at the screen. "I only recognize one of them." He tapped his finger to the person in the middle. "Regina Kliefeld." He shuddered. "Biggest bitch in the history of torture. Makes what Montague did to Kiema seem like a massage at the mall. Psychic and kinetic. She's good enough that you end up damaging yourself. Or at least it feels that way, from what I've heard."