Novel & Cerita The One You Shouldn't Have Killed

Mike sighed, realizing what was bothering her. "Danni, it's okay to feel relieved. He was an evil fuck. He tried to kill me, Emma and Matt, and he tried to kill you, not to mention what he would have done if I hadn't gotten to that frat party when I did." She nodded. "I know that. I'm glad he's dead, I just..." she trailed off. He gave her a sympathetic look. "It doesn't make you a bad person to be glad that he's dead. Having that conflict inside you is what makes you a good person."

She wouldn't be a part of this cult if she had a conscience. I should know this. I do know this. I just don't want to die. And when you don't want to die, you'll say whatever. "I didn't want to kill you. You seem like you've had life rough, and I can relate to that. But you're one do those people who believe that trench deserves a second chance in life. She does not, and this time. I'm going to make sure she stays dead."

Ash urged, rubbing his hands together. Something tightened my chest. I knew how I wanted Charon to feel. I think I knew what he deserved, but those beliefs also stood against what I had been taught in the orphanage. I had learned to live and breathe using moral and church values, but now I was seriously considering breaking the fifth commandment. Then again, the human race had always killed with the names of gods on their lips. Hypocrisy and double standards were the two things that often made me question the definition of right and wrong. Of course, I could do nothing or even decide to let Charon walk freely, hoping that one day he would be punished by some higher power, but the punishment

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

“I took care of it already. I’m here to get you. Your phone wasn’t going through.” Luther cleared his throat, his brows arching. “Excuse me. If you couldn’t reach her, you could have called me.” “I found it unnecessary,” Ralph responded. “What happened to your phone, Charl?” “I tossed it in the trash,” she replied. “Someone less important got it for me, and I didn’t need it anymore.” “What trash?” Connor questioned, glancing at Ralph. “Her ex-husband,” Luther answered. “He’s such a pain in the butt.”

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"

"Better than you know yourself." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I can give you tonight." Frustration rose in her chest, hot and sudden. "People say you've killed thousands. They say you're cursed. They say you cannot die, and I saw the number above your head today, and it said zero, and you're still standing here as if that means nothing at all." Her voice cracked slightly on the last word. "What are you?"

Chapter 25 Denver’s POV I shoved hard against Horace’s chest, my palms slipping slightly over the expensive fabric of his shirt. “You’re crazy,” I hissed, my voice cracking with disbelief. “You can’t seriously be saying you’d get rid of your own son just to have me. That’s insane. That’s… that’s demonic.”

"Two miles that way—there's an abandoned subway station. There are backup detonators inside. Since you're all so eager to help, why don't you go get one for him? It's only a few hundred zombies. You're kind-hearted and gentle—surely the zombies wouldn't have the heart to bite you." Eliza froze. Her face drained of color as she instinctively took a step back. "I… I can't go. I've only ever been a livestream host, Iris. I've never had any training—" "Why were you so quick to give it away then?" I cut in sharply. "Were you planning to send me to clean up your mess, or to send one of our teammates to their death instead? You're awfully generous when you're spending other people's lives."

"You've got ten seconds to give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." * * *