So Why Don't You Kill Me Novels & Stories

I finally snap “Say it Daryl, say exactly what you are thinking” He glowers at me “You tried to kill me” "Why would I bother?" "Because you don't want to be mates with me" "I wonder why, because its not like you are actually dying, is it?”

Let’s just say things changed, but not our feelings, right? “This is necessary for me, because it concerns my life!” "Do you really think I’ll kill you?” "Is there any reason you wouldn’t kill me if I were no longer useful?” I asked in return.

“I want to ask you something.” “Go ahead.” His voice was so cheerful, it was annoying. “Why didn’t you kill me, why didn’t you take your revenge out on me? I was the one who hurt Olivia not my father. Why did you kill him instead of me?” my voice was raised towards the end.

"Why are you not dead? Your mother is dead, shouldn't you be..." "Dead?" He laughs. "No, sweetpea. I'm not dead because your husband isn't" he drawls and my frown deepens. "What do you mean?" "You see, my message to you is that you can't kill me. Your husband can't kill me now or ever, sweetpea" "What makes you so sure?"

Her wrinkles were becoming visible. "Have you killed her?" "No-- what?! Why are you asking me like that? Of course, I have not! I am not a killer for God's sake! I would rather kill myself than to kill someone!" "So, what is this all about! Ambrosia got killed." "I do not know! I do not have any idea!"

Again. "Just. Fucking. Kill. Me. He doesn't love me... Just do...it..." I didn't know what else I said when everything went blank.

Gun still smoking. Expression calm. Like he hadn’t just killed a man in the middle of a formal council meeting. "I don't really give a damn if you call her a murderer," Killian said, his voice steady and sharp like a blade. "You want to know the thing about people like us? We’ve all killed. Every single one of us. And the only reason we’re still breathing is because we’re damn good at it. If we weren’t, we’d be dead already. So spare me the moral high ground."

“N-no. “ I hardly gulped. “Why does it looked like I am a slave of yours here?” I hardly hit my head using my palms. I closed my eyes then opened it onwards. “If you only want my blood, why not drain it all until I die or until you, yourself will not know where you will use it? Why not just kill me to stop this suffering? I don't want to live anymore if this is life.” “S-Stop.” As I heard Kill's voice, my gaze was once again shifted their selves into him.

I killed I don't want to. I can’t but I blame my auntie because if she just considered me a relative of her child it wouldn’t have happened. Auntie, it's your fault if you didn't do it to me, I wouldn't be like this. Auntie, what was my mistake? I followed everything you wanted, but why did I inflict pain on you? WHY? A loud shout I let out and a rising feather I heard voice with nobody fear I feel. SO YOU SHOULD KILL THEM YOU HAVE TO KILL THEM NOW.

First they kill me, and now they are accusing me. “I didn’t do anything to him. Whether you believe me or not. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.”