So Why Don't You Kill Me Novels & Stories

He said all of a sudden, sitting up straight and glaring daggers at me. “Why what?” My eyes narrowed at him. “Why do you entertain this? Why do you let those upper echelons treat you like a pawn in their game?” “What do you mean?” “It's quite simple,” he said, "Why didn't you kill her the first time you had the chance? After you killed her parents, why didn't you kill her?” “I…" I paused for a few seconds, knowing that what I was going to say would sound really stupid to him. “I felt it was wrong to do so.”

V. "You look angry ... doesn't the beauty listen?" John looked at me. I looked at him with a bad look. "Don't ask me about her. I wonder what I need her for at all." "Are you thinking of taking her back to Miami?" "No. Don't be stupid. She saw too much." I was thinking. "Maybe I should kill her." "To kill her? Isn't that a little extreme?" Extreme? For me, this was not extreme at all. "I've been doing this my whole life, John, are you seriously asking me if it's extreme?" I laughed.

How could I ask that? “ Why don’t I just kill him? ” Dustin smiled and strolled towards me. “ You make things sound so simple, Lenora. Just like how I won’t be able to watch anyone I love die in front of me…the people won’t be able to bear his death either. They will go berserk to get back at me for his murder. They love him more than me. ” He stopped a step away. I shifted my weight from the right foot to the left uncomfortably.

He runs out of breath, and empties his glass. “Right,” I say, more confused than before. “So why can’t you just reject me? Get it over and done with, and we go on with our lives?” “Because if I do…I think…I’m pretty sure that it would kill me.” “What?” I spit the word at him. “How?”

But I control my anger. " Then, why didn't you kill me? Why have you shown mercy on me? if you wanna kill then why didn't you follow the instructions?" " Because I was scared! God dammit! I can't kill someone innocent who did nothing wrong. I can't be that cruel. I am telling you this because I don't want to kill you but I don't know next time what will be the circumstances? I just want to warn you that this place isn't safe for you. It is like walking on fire and you never know how much it will burn you."

“Don’t underestimate them.” “I’m not.” I step forward. She grabs my arm. Hard. “Don’t.” I glance at her. “Why?” “Because that’s still a human body.” A beat. “And if you kill it—” “I won’t.” “You might.” Silence. Because she’s not wrong. Not completely. “If I don’t act, they will,” I say. “Yes.” “And if they hurt someone—” “They already have.” A pause. “But if you kill them—”

I couldn't believe that he didn't kill me. "Sit on the counter" Ace mumbled as he grabbed the first aid kit. He placed it next to me as he stared at the cut on my neck. "Why didn't you kill me?" I finally gathered the courage to ask, not able to resist any longer. "My father took it too far this year!" Ace snapped as he poured alcohol onto a cotton ball. "Yeah but that still doesn't explain why you didn't kill me?" I shrugged curiously. "Would you kill me?" He stared at me intensely. "No" I spoke with a blatant tone.

"Gone. I got here first." Ayesha’s blood ran cold. She stepped closer. "Did you kill him?" Subject 17 smirked. "No." She stood slowly, her movements measured, controlled. "I let him go." Ayesha’s breath hitched. "Why?" Subject 17’s eyes darkened. "Because you’re asking the wrong questions." Ayesha clenched her fists. "Then what should I be asking?" Subject 17 stepped forward, lowering her voice. "Not who made me."

He said, “What is it?” “Ever killed before? What would make you kill?” “No one is a killer, and no one isn’t a killer. We just make mistakes.” “I feel like you haven’t answered my question.” “Why did you kill her?” “Sometimes we get caught up in situations we can`t overcome.” I said, “I know that even though she`s not saying it, she wishes I wasn’t her young brother. And I don’t blame her for that, I deserve it.” “What are you talking about?”

I can surely find a way to kill you too without using my life as collateral. "And you think you can find that way?" He asked. "I know I can," I replied calmly as I leaned back. "Need a drink?" "No," he replied, his weird voice back to being emotionless. "If you could kill Cayden, then why haven't you? You hate him so much so why are you helping him?" "None of your business," I shrugged. "I owe you no explanation and you owe me none as well." His red eyes glowed from the darkness of his hood as they peered at me.