Sweetheart Killer Novels & Stories

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

“He murders your family, screws up your life, and you sit here about to cry over him.” “I’m not crying,” I said. My voice sounded thin even to me. He slammed his bottle down. The glass rattled against the wood. “You need to wake up, Tamara. He’s not some tragic lover you get to save. He’s a killer. He’s poison. If he dies, the world’s better off.”

I heard the familiar deep voice, and this time, the hair on my neck stood as I felt his presence right behind me. So this was the reason ‌everyone stopped talking just now. "Well, aren't they just some dirty puppies?" I asked, and he smiled coldly at me before gripping my chin. "Even I know that, sweetheart. I want to know why those puppies agreed to your words," He said, and I smirked. "That's because I am really a nasty killer with a reputation, honey," I said with the same intensity, deliberately using the word honey as he called me sweetheart, and he looked at me observantly for some time before releasing my chin and standing straight.

Suddenly Samantha laid down on the floor, which means she got killed by a militant. One thing they know is that they are running as fast as they could while closing their eyes a little bit because a smile could kill them. They entered the room with Gerald and four other colleagues. They stopped first checking if one of them could be the Killer, or a militant because a militant can also kill them out of doubt. Nobody is doing a wrong move, so Alex, Grace, and Sarah joined them. In just a few minutes, Sarah finished the game. Gerald got caught. He is the Killer. He got caught by Sarah because when he smiled at Grace, he wasn't fast enough.

Hades also caressed his gentle pretty wife’s face in the gentle grip of his hands. “I’m deadly sure we can fight against the king’s adviser and also the king himself, and eventually defeat them. West Medicine Land won’t attain and achieve their evil as well as malevolent goals, Eva Sweetheart. You must believe me, must believe in the power of our love, affection, and also togetherness. Won’t you, Eva Sweetheart?” Sugar Aquarius was seen tidying up his gentle pretty wife’s a bit messy quiff.

“It was better than Vicodin.” “Vicodin?” “A painkiller from my world.” “A killer of pain. Did you love him?” The words were growled. A burst of unexpected humor gave her strength. “No. In fact, he was hard to shake. He, uh, stalked me, that kind of thing. I had to pretend he didn’t exist.” James kissed her temple and relaxed against her. “Shall I hunt and destroy him for you, sweetheart? It would be my pleasure, believe me.”

‘’We don’t want your pretty nails to get dirty. ‘’Take one step closer and you are dead,’’ I warn him. But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he smiles and takes one step forward dramatically as if to prove a point that I am a weak woman. But what he doesn’t know is time and Love changes people. I shoot him seven times straight to the heart and he falls to the ground with a thud. Xavier can’t believe his eyes and he stands there unable to move for a minute as Santino rushes to the front.

If they had wanted to kill Eugene, he wouldn't have woken up in bed with a headache this afternoon. The blonde killer Valentine, still with his hand on Eugene's waist, extended his other hand to a nearby display. There was a long, round column that almost reached the ceiling, and various lollipops were densely inserted into it. The long, well-shaped white fingers slowly wandered over the densely packed lollipops. It was just a simple movement, tracing from top to bottom, but it was as elegant as playing a musical instrument. After briefly feeling over the candies, his fingers suddenly stopped at one point. The blonde killer pulled out the candy from where his fingers had stopped and held it

But the man standing before her wasn’t just a reckless troublemaker anymore. He was a hunter. A killer. A weapon that Victor had just unsheathed. Yet, despite the years, despite the blood on his hands, Killian still had the nerve to smirk at her like nothing had changed. “You really haven’t aged a day, sweetheart. What’s your secret? Hate? Or just stubbornness?” Sarah huffed, folding her arms. “And you still talk too much.” Killian’s grin widened, like he enjoyed the challenge. “I’ll take that as a ‘you missed me.’”

she breathes, bracing herself where she’s sitting on the floor for me, her knees opening slightly to secure her position. Oh, Sweetness, do you realize what you’re doing? Her sweet, lulling scent reaches me and I can taste the cotton candy on my tongue, discarding the lollipop, as the taste of her reaches my soul. Trent’s lost his mind. To turn away his mate. His shifting abilities won’t be stable and that’s a problem. He has his sights set on what’s mine, but he’ll see in the end. I’ll take his eyes out and make him see if that’s what it takes.