Mr Krabs Let's Kill Him Novels & Stories

“Take your disgusting henchmen and your tiny dick energy and leave this minute.” His smile vanishes. Eyes narrow to slits. “Little girl, watch your mouth.” I square my jaw, refusing to back down. “Fuck out of my apartment before I call the cops. You got your money. We’re done.” He takes one step back toward me, looming, snake tattoo gleaming. “You don’t want to mess with me, princess. They call me Snakehead for a reason.” Like I care what they call him. I just want him gone.

He's using everything he has so as not to pass out. I hear a chuckle behind us, as Steve begins to snicker. “You really thought it was that simple. Kill Gary, and the torture ends with it.” I stand up realizing he’s right. With Craig still alive, and this monster in front of us, I sadly realize that this is far from over.

"How are you? I’m sorry about what my man did to you. I can assure you it will never happen again." I closed my eyes as I shook off the bad memory from my head. I’m alive and he didn’t succeed. That’s what mattered most. "Are you angry with Krane?" I asked in a low voice. I didn’t know why I was hoping that he would be disappointed that Krane killed without remorse. "For what?" "For killing him." "No." "You’re okay with that? He just killed him in an instant, in a barbaric way." "He assaulted you. He gave him an easy death. If it was me, it’d be a more painful death than even in the afterlife, he would never forget it."

“You did well, Linda. You convinced your friends to come here without the police. I’m proud of you. Maybe…just maybe, I will spare the life of one of you.” My heart pounded in my chest very hard and fear crippled me. “So you plan to hurt us?” I could barely ask the question but I did. He scoffed. “Not hurt, I plan to kill you all. If you cut off the head of the cockroach and it won’t die, maybe burning it to ashes would do the trick.”

He started counting off the death toll in town over the last month, starting with the two at East Coast Green and ending with the groundskeeper. "Cracka's huh?... Casper and his friendly ghosts are just a bunch a Twilight scum bags, nothing more and nothing less," I said angrily feeling manipulated by the ride, the song, and his remarks. He was close to getting me to spill but I held back. I needed to stay one step ahead of all of it, had to. It was now becoming life or death. "That's right. You got his'try there, man... Ain't that right, hillbilly?"

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

“What is wrong with shrimps? Are you allergic?” “Yeah, sort of. The last time I did, I almost died. So, if you choose something with shrimp, I’d assume that you want to kill me.” He turned darker and leaned closer so he could whisper in my ear. “That’s an easy death. If I would kill someone, I would torture him first.” He sat back properly and told the waiter what our order was. “You’ve been torturing me since day one, so you must have plans to kill me,” I muttered under my breath, which I think he still heard.

Inside were some common medications and painkillers. He took out a syringe and a small vial of clear liquid. It wasn't a painkiller, but a highly concentrated medical anesthetic, typically used only during surgery. I watched as he skillfully drew the liquid into the syringe and flicked away the air bubbles. After that, he sat back on the edge of the bed and rolled up the sleeve on his other arm to expose a vein. "Syl," he whispered softly, as if talking to me. "Today, the Craw family member I captured asked me if I regretted it. I said yes. He then laughed and said, 'Then why are you still alive?'"

The stab was a mock. “You’re a monster,” Luther grumbled. “Good to see you, brother,” Carlos whispered. He removed the scalpel, straightening up, and tapped Luther's shoulder before heading out. “I’m going to kill him.” Luther muttered from the distance and then roared. “I'm going to kill you, Carlos!” Carlos’s expression dropped cold as he stepped out of the mansion. Cold air hit his skin, but he still wanted to hunt more blood. Something was quite off. Jayden attempted it, but Kyla already had this condition before that.

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.