So Why Don't You Kill Me Novels & Stories

“You've had to confront a part of your life you've been running from. Had to confront the reality of the people you held dear slipping away from you. And in the same week, Alex slips away too. You aren't angry at him, you're afraid of losing him.” “I am Afraid of losing no one." I proclaimed through gritted teeth. “So, why is he still alive?" Elias asked, his voice holding a hint of a challenge. "Is it such an unusual thought to you that I would hold myself back from murdering someone?” I sneered. "Not as much. There could be a number of reasons why you didn't kill him...” He smirked and took another drag of his cigarette. The smoke was beginning to piss me off. "Killing isn't always the ans

“Please… don’t…” I barked out a laugh, staggering back. “Don’t? That’s rich. You think you get to beg now? You gave up your right to mercy a long time ago.” “I know, but please spare me.” came that weak voice again. "An apology won’t save you," I spat. "And besides,” my head cocked to the side as I spun on my heels with measured rhythm. “I’m not actually going to kill you, I’m no monster. I don’t kill or hurt people for fun, I do what’s necessary, what’s right, like fucking up the lives of people who hurt the ones I love.”

Where are you finding the breath to argue? The rest of the squad piled in. "There's another rig coming. You really need to take this one off a dying woman." "This isn't about jealousy, is it. You picking now to put on a show." I started to shake. The tears came down whether I wanted them or not. "Mason. I am not putting on a show. "I am a mother. I would not use my own baby for sympathy. You know me." He turned his head toward me. His eyes lingered on the blood for three seconds.

“Why?!” “You can't kill him?” “I beg to differ,” I say. “It will be Etsy easy to. All you need to do is step away and let me slit his throat.” “That is not what I mean and you know it!* she snaps. I turn away from her before heading to a wall and punching it several times. “Enlighten me,” I growl at her. “We need him alive.” “Again, I ask, why?”

"What?" "Why did you kill your father?"

Confusion flitted all over his face as he lifted his head up from the gun that just collided with his feet and looked up at me, "What..what do you want?" I leaned forward in my seat, "I want you to give me an answer to my question," I started, confusion twisted my brow as I asked, "Why can't I kill you? " He looked taken aback by my words, he looked lost. My head tilted, "Why do I keep making up excuses just so I don't kill you?" I backed into my seat and placed my hands in my sweater's pockets and my brow quirked up, questioning, "How can I care about someone like you?"

he roared in anger and pain. “Oh, Sorry…” “You could’ve killed me, why didn’t you?” he asked as I never thought about it. “Yes… but… I… don’t… know why?” I could’ve killed him, it was the best time to take my revenge, why didn’t I kill him? Why this thought never occurred in my mind? What am I doing? Why am I feeding him here… when my motive was to kill him. Why did I feel the pain when he was on the verge of dying.

I do not love. Love is death. You don't love to kill, but you kill because you love. If you don't love, why kill then? Why do I kill? Why do I kill?! It was the question that went over and over in my head. Why do I still need to kill? No, I don't love killing, but why would I still kill? Did I kill for the sake of killing? Was that it? No, there had to be something at the bottom, some little fact that kept me stained with blood.

ARIZAN “Then why don’t you kill me now? Are you a coward? Can’t you, you can’t kill me with your own hands? ” I asked him with a laugh. “What if I shoot you in head ?. Can I just extend my greetings to Satan? ” I smiled and teased to look at him.

I ask with my head cocks aside in a wandering manner "Since there was no way for you to reject him, my question is, why didn't you kill him?... You had a gun and a perfect opportunity to blow this bastard's fucking head off. To rid the world of this scum of the earth yet you didn't take it! Why Victoria!?" I snap "I... I– I... I don't know!... I couldn't! I– I don't know why I couldn't do it!" She wails "You couldn't do it, so you let him get away!" I shout. Banging hard on the mahogany table between us.