She Kills With Her Thighs Novels & Stories

She screamed as she swung at me. “I hate you.” I caught her hands and bucked her off of my hips. The male stood over top of us, tried to kick out, but I rolled. I heard a snarl and a slashing claw coming for my face before I spun to the left. Thora’s claws drove into the dirt. “You think you are so good, so powerful. But in the end, you condemned innocent people to death.” I rolled onto my hands and knees and pushed up. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but I’m not stupid.” Her face fell as she pulled her hand from the ground.

"You’ll never look at Jace again—not after this." Something snapped. A sound built in my throat—half sob, half scream. Not again. Not like this. I wouldn’t let her win. I forced my arms to move. Fumbling. Shaking. Clawed at her wrists—pushed, shoved, fought through the haze. My fingers found the edge of the dildo—threw it across the room. Sophie growled, lunging at me. Instinct took over. I grabbed her throat. She gasped, shocked—then laughed. "You think you can—"

I say to her, and aim my gun at her feet She would not die so easily Firing at her feet first, iI fire at her knees second, then her legs, her torso, her arms, not caring as she howled in pain, screaming like a banshee as the bullets pierce her skin, then her thighs, her chest, and finally her head, as her head rolls back, the force of the shot killing her instantly. My rage has still not died down, so I walk over to the button, and press it, hard, watching as her dead, limp body jolts in shock as the electricity runs through her body, completely shocking her, causing her body to contort, and disfigure

It's already wet and humiliatingly so. She spread my thighs wider with her knees. Looked down at me like I was something she’d waited years to unwrap. “Fúck,” she muttered. “Look at this pretty little cúnt. All slick and waiting.” I tried to close my legs. She slapped the inside of my thigh, a sharp sting that made me gasp. “Open,” she ordered. I did. Her fingers traced my folds, slow, teasing…then parted me. Thumb brushed my clít once. I jerked. She did it again. Harder. I bit my lip to keep quiet.

That alone told me she knew something. “Huh? You're not going to talk?” I asked, pretending to be disappointed. “You're going to make this boring!” Before she could respond, I slashed her thigh with the small dagger. Her scream tore through the compound, and she immediately grabbed her injured thigh with both hands, her face twisting in agony. Blood quickly seeped through her clothes, and her entire body shook as she tried to pull herself away from me.

He furrowed his brows, with his good hand, he tried to reach for his gun. .she quickly sprang forward, kicked his hand and slid on her knees__her favourite move. As she slid on the floor, she used the star blade in her hand to leave quick multiple cuts on his legs. The others had all pulled out their guns. They attempted to fire at her. Still on her knees, she grabbed the first guy by his legs and spun him around so that his crouched body acted as a shield to her. The others immediately held fire once they discovered that she was using their comrade as a shield.

She did all these so gracefully that if one saw her, they would have thought that she was practicing a dance move. All this took less than ten seconds and the man wasn't even prepared for the pain that assaulted him. Another one thought he could attack her from the back and she rose and gave him a kick on his side. She then bent again and stabbed his thigh too. When the third one saw that, he decided to run. He saw that he wouldn't win and since two of his fellas had been incapacitated, he thought he should run for his life. No one waits for death.

Adrian writhed on the floor, shrieking, trying to crawl away with one ruined arm and legs that no longer worked. Rhett stepped forward slowly, and put his boot on Adrian’s throat. “Look at me,” he said, voice dead quiet. Adrian’s eyes rolled, blood bubbling from his lips. “You put your hands on a seventeen-year-old girl. You put her in chains. You told her her mother was dead while you raped her.” He pressed down. Cartilage crunched. “You don’t get a quick death.” Fourth shot: through the meat of Adrian’s thigh, severing the femoral artery in a wet red spray.

Mirabella’s death haunted her dreams; she would only kill if she absolutely had to. Kill or be Killed. As her feet hit the sand and she rose up out of the water, she had a knife in each palm, and just as she knew they would, both men looked hungrily over her stunning body and did not notice as she stood tall. ‘Hello, boys.’ She smirked and then threw the knives with deadly accuracy, hitting both of them in the soft fleshy part of their stomachs. It would cause them pain, but didn’t kill them. As they crumpled to the floor, she raced behind them, grabbed her clothes, tugging on her jeans and jacket, she swung her leg over the bike and shot out onto the highway.

he cried, she touched his head then she quickly withdraws her hands in shock "You killed someone today" she said with widened eyes; she could read his mind "I swear it was a mistake" he defended "The wages of sin..." She raised the knife in the air with both hands; Baddo's eyes widen "Is death!!" She stabs him on the chest, he screams in pain, she stabs again, breaking through his rib cage, then forcefully tears the flesh and bone open with her hands she pulls out the heart and cuts off all the veins and arteries attached; Baddo was already dead