So Why Don't You Kill Me Novels & Stories

No food. I'm going to kill him.

I didn’t know if I should feel sorry for him or not but I don’t feel anything for him. Why don’t you name it Tessa, I feel like dying because you wouldn’t talk to me. I don’t know what to do anymore that will make you happy so why don’t you just name it. “ You know what Killian?” I say running my hands against his tattoo. “ why don’t you go to hell and leave me the fuck alone your money and good looks isn’t going to save you this time. The look on his face almost makes me burst into laughter but it takes me literally everything not to do that as I home myself from laughing out loud.

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“Are you going to kill me?” Mr Donovan bore my eyes with his, holding them with a fierce stare while I also studied his face and his expression. He let out a dry chuckle and asked, “Why do you think I’m here to kill you?” “Because I hit you,” I told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world and wanted to add a ‘duh’ to the end. “And now you want to exact your revenge on me.” Mr Donovan chuckled again and his grip around me began to loosen. “I don’t kill women and especially women as gorgeous as you are.”

"Why did you do it?" "Is that even important right now? Why dont you start worrying for yourself. I can kill you right here right now." He said as a matter of fact. "You wont." She said with confidence that she dont know where did she get. "And why? I almost killed you once. I can do that again, but this time no one will help you." "Because if you really want to kill me, If Im really on the lists of your targets, then you should have do that earlier when you have the chance." She said.

I said, squeezing my eyes shut. "W-Why? Why did they kill you both? I hate this. I hate not knowing the reason behind your death. I’m sorry. I couldn’t find your killers and give them the punishment they deserve. I failed. I know I failed." My body starts to shake with sobs and my hands threaded through the grass in frustration.

"Why would you—" "It doesn't matter." "It doesn't?" I couldn't help but let the anger overwhelm me. All I wanted to do was slap him, or do something to hurt him. The heaviness in my chest made me feel like crying, but I did not want to. "You need to tell me why." "No, I don't." He said, looking away from me. "I killed them. Why does it even concern you?" I kept on staring at him, clenching my fists by my side.

That was my life and I had decided to just get used to it. His thumbs rubbed small soft circles at the back of my palm and I wondered why. Why wasn't he pulling away? Why wasn't he just calling off the deal and killing me? Instead he sighed again and finally pulled away, a soft look in his eyes. “Don't hate yourself for it” he said simply. “Why?” I muttered. “Why haven't you killed me now? I'm of no use”, tears had welled up but I didn't let it fall. Not now. Not ever.

"Give him some time, Sonya. He will eventually accept you over Beth." Victor turned to me. "We are sorry on behalf of our son, Sonya. That brat! He doesn't know what's good for him. But, don't worry, I'll definitely have him apologize to you for his misbehaviour in our absence." "After all, you are his blood bound. He must treat you well." He added. "Uncle and Aunt, I have to tell you something." I said, putting the glass of blood back to the table. "I don't want Edward anymore."

It was that same way for me, because I couldn't have imagined us getting into the situation ourselves. "Why can't you kill us?" I asked. "Is there something wrong, or there's something you have to do first?" I questioned once again, feeling a little foolish for asking such a question. Wasn't I supposed to be happy that he wasn't killing us, instead of questioning the reason and trying to push him to do exactly that?