The One You Shouldn't Have Killed Novels & Stories

she replied, touching his groin area. "Nera no… please stop!" "Why? Because you are fucking married?" She laughed. "Nera, once we open this closed Pandora's box, it will eventually be our end," Frank warned her. It was no secret that he still loved her; her hands on him were bringing back memories that he wished were buried and he was already getting hard from her rubbing him. "I am already dead; you killed me four years ago; this here is just a walking corpse," she confessed. Frank finally looked into her sad eyes.

The yellow yolk and grease splattered across the bottom of the closet door, leaving a sharp, ugly stain on the wood. --- That evening, Dad’s older sister came over, cradling a quiet Leo in her arms, trying to talk some sense into Mom. "You can't bring back the dead. I know it's a nightmare, but you still have Leo. You have to keep living for him." Mom turned her head with agonizing slowness. "It's because I was always thinking about saving everything for Leo... that I destroyed Nova." Her sister-in-law choked on her next words, completely silenced.

“Soft doesn’t bleed.” He frowned. “No, but it gets you killed.” I exhaled smoke into the night. “Not if I’ve already killed every threat that mattered.” Lucio leaned on the railing, studying me. “And what about the ones that don’t matter? The rats that crawl back, the whispers that spread, the men who think they’re braver than they are? You can’t kill all of them.” “No,” I agreed quietly. “But I can stop feeding them.” He gave me a long look, then shook his head. “If anyone else said that, I’d laugh.”

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

Josh shot Selena a cold look before he turned to his men and barked, "Call the police and hand over every single security footage from home. I want her to rot in prison for killing my mother!" She froze for a second, then abandoned all dignity and dropped to her knees at her feet. "I'm sorry, Mr. Peterson! I swear I didn't mean it! "I did everything because I love you. If Madelyn hadn't existed, we would've been together long ago.

'please don't kill her' His words ringed in my ears as I shook my head. The same cliche full story. His rival mafia gang has killed the love of his life and he's in guilt thinking that he's the reason behind her death. So he already got his sadly ever after.. Sheesh!!

"Have that abomination killed. At once." ***

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

No one could live there anymore. Why had she come here so late? Mom quietly pushed the door open and struggled to shove the charred furniture aside. By the time sweat soaked her face, she finally found my memorial photo buried under the wreckage. "Kaia..." She sank onto the floor, clutching my picture as she broke down. I floated right in front of her. Only two steps separated us. But those two steps were the distance between life and death. Mom... If you'd known this was how it'd end, would you still have wanted me to give them a son just so you could call it ten years of good deeds?

"You said you were the best surgeon in the country! Why did Jocelyn die? You killed her—you'll pay with your life!" The doctor immediately panicked. "Mr. Miller! She only had one kidney! You insisted we transplant it to someone else—of course, she couldn't survive that!" Joel froze. His pupils contracted sharply. "You… you're saying she only had one kidney?" The doctor corrected him quickly. "Jocelyn must have donated one kidney in the past, which is why she only had one left. "When we opened her up and discovered that, we never intended to remove it. Transplanting a kidney from someone with only one is essentially a death sentence—I would never violate medical ethics like that.