Mr Softee Killer Novels & Stories

I had been a target of harm and yet the entire staff had looked at me afterward with a simmering, ugly resentment. If I stayed soft, they would eat me alive. If I pleaded for them, they wouldn't see kindness; they’d see weakness. I pulled my hand back, my fingers curling into fists. "Keep talking, Sofia," Regina commanded, her voice like a whip. "I want to hear the rest of the 'black widow' theory." "Please, Signora!" Sofia sobbed, dropping to her knees. CRACK!! The sound of Regina’s palm meeting Sofia’s cheek was so loud it made me jump.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

A fake smile is plastered on my face as I stare at the man in front of me. His name is David Rowland, and he is the producer of the upcoming film, "Love Me Harder." And right now, I am trying to concentrate on our mindless conversation, trying my best to look animated.

His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot. "I need you to kill an alpha for me", smiling at how his father's wisdom had proved his young son wrong. "Kill him yourself", a snarl rose from her lips. "I can't. I have a treaty with the Blue Moon pack", he grumbled, unwilling to give this she-wolf important information. There were a few feet between them now and Andrea was certain she could feel the heat radiating off his body. "He's Angry", Nyx cautioned. "Of course, he is. Do you honestly think he will let us walk out of here? It's a trap", she could feel Nyx agreement at her words.

I would love to find out how loyal he is to Carlos, that motherfucker. “Mario,” I smiled and withdrew from him, grabbing the packet of cigarettes on the table. I took out one stick, playing with the metallic lighter before I finally lit the cigarette. The sweet and intoxicating scent of tobacco wafted into my nose and inhaled deeply, before bringing it to my lips. I glanced at Jeff and Cenzo, Cenzo, my innocent killer. He had a baby face, with a ruthless heart. Jeff sometimes takes a while to kill but Cenzo, he does it instantly, his gums never leaving his mouth, which never stops whining.

The man who had spoken about warning Dante collapsed to the floor like dead weight, a clean hole between his eyebrows, blood pooling into a dark puddle beneath him. The other— The killer— Holstered the silenced pistol with chilling calm. “Meglio così.” Better this way. Svetlana clamped a hand over her mouth, trembling uncontrollably. Her legs threatened to give out. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. Because if she did— If she made the slightest sound— She would be next. The air grew heavier. Svetlana pressed her hand harder against her mouth, feeling her ragged breaths collide with her cold skin.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

He stared at me long and hard and then sighed. "I am scared, Sofia," He whispered. "I am really really scared. I already almost lost you twice but I can't afford that again," "We will be fine," I assured, though inwardly I knew that was not the case. "We have security. Exactly how lethal can this Theodore guy be anyway?" "Does the word Mafia not enough for you to attest to that?" He grimaced. "His hobby is killing people," "Come on, he's not immortal," I replied. "He's a human. We can deal with him,"

‘I am – I am – I am not lying. The brothers watched, bewildered by the inspector’s sudden change of demeanour. Jyoti’s face had turned white with fear. She started sobbing. Immediately, as if someone had opened the tap to a reservoir. The inspector settled back in his chair, his eyes glowing red with anger. ‘Do not play the farce of the wrongly accused. I have done my research before coming here. The flat belonged to Mr R Satish, the famous Telugu singer. He has a summer house here in Palampur and you were a live-in

Alissa's eyes turned back to green as her body quietened. Luca span her around to face him, “Who did he kill?” “Mum and dad!” Alissa wailed, still trying to wrench herself away from Luca. He blinked “How do you know, Alissa?” “His paw! I’d recognise him anywhere!” Luca turned to the man being held, “Is this true? Have you been to this land before?” Mason smirked, “Maybe I have, maybe I haven't, there's nothing you can do about it.”