The One You Shouldn't Have Killed Romane & Geschichten

"Do you even know what Winston said to me? "He told me you’re a diamond, and I’m nothing but dirt—that I’ll never be good enough for you! That’s when I realized the truth. He wants you for himself! I’ll never forget the way he looked at me when he said it!” Just as I was about to pass out, Jasper released me, throwing me to the floor like a rag doll. His voice was cold, dripping with malice. "Emma, you have two choices now. "One: end up like Yvonne. I’ll gut you just like her. You’ve already signed the organ donation agreement, so no one will hold me accountable.

My younger sister, Ivy White, died the day before the new semester started. She jumped from the 16th floor of Redwood Heights, where our family lived. She didn't bleed much, her head twisted to one side. Her body was curled in a pool of blood. It was eerie that her face wore a smile. When people saw the expression on Ivy's face, they all gasped. She was so young, yet her smile looked unnaturally sinister and cruel. It gave everyone goosebumps.

Elena shared her thoughts with her best friend and burst into tears. "What are you talking about? He is your mate and you are bound to him till death," Emma said to her. Emma thought that her friend was worrying for no reason and that only a fool could deny Alpha Zane and that fool couldn't be her friend. "Then let death take me because living with Zane will only bring misery to my life because I love Aiden… when Zane finds out about this, then he will kill us mercilessly," Elena said and broke down in tears.

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.

“Bring his mother over here and get her killed in front of him.” He stood, turning toward the exit. “Yes, boss,” they chorused. Each step he took, he expected the suspect to ask him to stop, but it never came from his mouth. Just as he reached the door, the voice came. “Wait.” He tracked back, then turned to meet his gaze. “You want to kill my mother for an offense I committed?” he asked but received no reply. That was the part Joshua was expecting—not because he truly wanted to kill his mother. His father had already warned him that no matter what, they must not harm relatives. It had nothing to do with them.