Seduce And Kill Novels & Stories

Jina looked at him in astonishment, nodded excitedly, imagining that she could go as far as her friend. "No. 1 'A seducer loves themselves so much that they never allow others to step on them.' No. 2 'A seducer always looks the way they want, their body is hot, their hair is perfect, they dress according to the occasion, always fresh and elegant.' No. 3 'A seducer makes their gestures and every move attractive.' No. 4 'A seducer never insists, it is others who insist on them. They feel happy because they think we have chosen them over others'..." As Eugene-Chan spoke, Jina made a gesture of indecision, feeling smaller with each word. Everything her friend was telling her sounded too complica

“Then, one day, I got a call from Jace my younger brother. I’m sure you remember him?” “Yes,” I replied softly. “Jace was always such a sweet boy… but I don’t remember the best friend you're talking about.” “Sofie.” I blinked. “Oh. Yes. I heard she committed suicide. Poor child… I remember hearing she was going through a lot.” Callum shook his head slowly. “That’s what they want you to think. But it’s a lie, Scarlett. Sofie didn’t kill herself. She was murdered.” My breath hitched. “What…?”

My breasts swelled, and the lace of my bra chafed against my puckered nipples. Killan not only looked like pure sin—he practically oozed sexuality. I could see the devil under the surface, ready to burn me with a touch. I knew the real thing would be so much better than my vibrator or fantasies i've had in the past. He’s probably capable of doing things to me I’ve only dreamed about. My pulse had amplified in my head as my entire body went hot at the thought. At that moment, I was willing to tread into dangerous waters for the first time, curious about what he’d do next because goddammit—his seduction was working. So I edged closer as my anticipation replaced hesitation.

Gabriel advised, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips. He could not wait to give David a few tips on how to seduce his wife. " Seduce her?" David repeated. The word sounded foreign in his lips. " Yes, make her want you so that she will never think about leaving you." Gabriel offered. After contemplating, David figured out that the idea was actually good. As long as he could keep his little woman by his side, he could do the Seducing thing. " How do you do it?" He asked. Gabriel clapped his hands excitedly.

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

I saw someone who was brave enough to wish for sex in their last minutes, someone whose pulse was still beating hard, whose skin was flushed, and whose excitement was showing by the goosebumps on her skin. In all honesty, I had never in my entire career as a hitman let myself get close to a victim, and rarely were there words that could make me stop or slow down the killing process, but somehow her appeal stopped me in my tracks. This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking her, playing with her until I finally get to take her life away.

Someone in the group chat asked: [Why are you suddenly trying something like this, Samuel? This is new.] Samuel replied indifferently: [What can I do? If I’m the one who breaks up with her, my dad will kill me.] [But if she cheats on me, things get much easier] [We've been together for so long, I'm sick of her. If I don't break up with her soon, my family will start pushing me to get married.]

He looked like a predator with his eyes set on his prey. She was so beautiful that logic eluded his mind. “Kiss me now mortal,” he said. He was dying to get in her mouth. “And I will kill anyone who is going to touch you. So stop desiring for those things.” He started to knead her other hip and her muscles slackened. “I will seduce you until you cry to me for relief. Penny,” he promised her.

She soon forced a smile, as she tried to juxtapose the men who allowed themselves to be seduced by Seductra’s initiates and the people who were delivered at her end. One set had the ability to cause death according to her, while the other set simply made their victims permanently…unlucky. Although she’d pretend nothing had happened during the meeting and subsequent meetings, she knew she couldn’t fail Ebie.

He did not kill for pleasure; he killed to clear the way for the future she represented. Upon reaching the massive doors of the Solar, Cedrik met the final resistance: the Silver Janissaries, Isolde’s elite personal guard—wolves who had undergone brainwashing and blood rituals to never betray the Queen. They charged with a unified roar. Cedrik did not hesitate. He plunged into combat, a choreography of claws and Alpha power that was both punishment and rescue. He felled them one by one, driven by the physical need to reach the woman who had started all this bloodshed.