Sin City 2 A Dame To Kill For Novels & Stories

I’m not even sure if it’s possible for anything to kill a pureblood, let alone a mortal girl. "I would like to know that too," Sinful snaps, getting back to his feet swiftly, recovering unnervingly quickly. "You choked me, Amolet. You tried to kill me." Cian holds his arm out, shaking his head at Sinful, anticipating his anger. "Don't get any closer."

Said Damon, and he laughed loudly and evilly. Mace laughed too. Sia catches her breath and looks at Damon. "Don't kill me, Damon, please, please. I will delete the pictures. And I will leave your company. And I won't say anything to Ashley. They also just don't kill me. I got my lesson. I was a fool to think that you could get blackmailed." Said Sia. Damon smirked. Sia deleted those pictures in front of Damon that she took, and Mace rechecked them too.

“Where is she?” Patrick’s words blurred into static. “She’s alive, but barely conscious. We’ve called an ambulance. The police are here. You need to come home. Now.” Damon’s blood turned to ice. He looked up at Jack, his expression twisting into something dark, dangerous. “If she dies,” he said quietly, “I’ll end you myself.” Jack’s smirk deepened just slightly, but Damon didn’t wait for a reply. He stormed out, his guards falling into step behind him, the café door slamming shut behind him like the crack of a gunshot.

One word would have free me or chained me. But I couldn’t. Because the truth was, I wasn’t sure which answer would damn me more. Sebastian’s POV I didn’t wait for her answer. I couldn’t. Damian’s smirk was already crawling under my skin, poisoning the air. And Blake the way he looked at her, like she was something breakable he could keep safe made me want to smash every piece of him until nothing remained. So I caged her again, one hand braced on the desk by her hip, the other gripping the edge behind her so hard the wood groaned. She gasped, not because she was afraid no, never that but because she remembered.

His chest heaved as he stared at her body, his hand shaking. Silence. Only the sound of rain and Liam’s shallow breaths filled the air. I stared at Damien, my mind spinning. “You… you killed her.” He lowered the gun slowly. “She was going to kill you.” My throat tightened. “And how many others did you kill before me?” He flinched, pain flickering in his eyes. “Kayla—” But I didn’t want to hear it. I turned back to Liam, pressing my hands against his wound, desperate to stop the bleeding.

I lied; of course, I had forgotten that Cassie was dead to her, so she thought I didn't know about her schemes. “Fuck!” She cursed, then turned to one of her men. The only difference between this van and a limo is that there was no window or wall between the back and front, so the driver and men in the passenger's seat could be seen from there. “Did you hear something?” I pretend to ask. “No, I just... never mind, listen, Sierra," she said as she came close to me. “I'm not a bad guy, Damian is, and he should be punished.”

Suddenly she saw a red dot on his chest and looked at the direction from where it was coming, she ran towards damian and pushed him making him stumble back, turning around she took out her gun from her waistband with left hand and pointed towards the man who tried to shoot Damian, the shooter was standing behind the other car again pointing towards the Damian, rose aimed at him and shot him directly between his eyes killing him on the spot, Damian took out his own gun and shot other man who was trying to shoot rose, his men covered him quickly creating a shield around him, rose was standing behind his back shooting every man who pointed his gun towards damian. Whoever is trying to kill Damia

Sirella’s POV The air in Kieran’s hideout was thick with silence. I sat across from him, my hands resting on my lap, waiting for his approval. I had killed for the first time, and he had been pleased, but I knew it wasn’t enough. Killing a pawn meant nothing if the king was still standing. Kieran leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed. He studied me for a long time before he spoke. "If you really want to destroy Damien," he said, his voice calm but firm, "you have to make him obsessed with you again—then break him completely."

she whispered. Damian pulled a flashbang from his belt, showing it to her with a quick smirk. “Cover your ears.” He lobbed the device down the hall, and Sage braced herself. A blinding flash and deafening bang filled the space, and the guards cried out, stumbling in confusion. Sage moved with precision, taking one down with a single shot to the leg. Damian followed up, knocking the other unconscious with the butt of his rifle. “Efficient,” Sage said, stepping over the groaning guard.

“I'm not wounded. There's a girl in my penthouse in Serene Heights, she was poisoned with an aphrodisiac. I want the antidote.” “Ah? Such drugs are contraband and the antidote is not ready since it's rarely used in this part of the world because of the legal repercussions of getting caught. I need two hours to fly it over from Venezuela.” He replies, the dismay obvious in his voice. “Two hours. She doesn't have twenty minutes, she's suffering. Isn't there any other way?” “Um, there are actually two methods. First, knock her out. But the side effects of not releasing the chemicals might leave her with a little problem. Two, fuck her or find someone to do it, once she orgasms a few times, she