The One You Shouldn't Have Killed の小説・ストーリー

Charlotte’s POV “Kill!” I exclaimed. “Never. I do not wish to commit murder at all in any circumstance. Killing their leaders won’t solve anything as well. Instead of solving this case, it will make their followers bear a grudge against us. They might just try to take revenge. We would have resurrected them by ourselves.”

Isn't that despicable? The neighbors exchanged glances. "Who would've thought she would be such a person?" "Exactly. She's pretty but rotten to the core!" "She must be vain. I don't think she's a good person." I scoffed silently. "Slander is a crime, Shaun. Do you dare to say all that in front of a camera?" "Slander?" Shaun was furious. " You're still being stubborn, Rainey!" He raised his hand to hit me again, but I rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. "Don't you dare!" I warned him. "Take another step, and I won't hold back!"

I sit in bed, seething as I stare at her. She turns to smirk at me. "A little advice." She says. "Killing me won't solve your problems. Actually, it will add more problems. You won't get to be a mother. You won't get to have your perfect little family. You won't get your happily ever after. But most of all, Damien will have questions. He won't just let the case of his child's mùrder go cold. And I'm sure it won't take him long to find out the truth. Your dream of being a mother will be crushed. And Damien will divorce you. Or worse, put you in prison. You love that man more than life. Losing him would be a nightmare for you. So please don't kill me, babe. Deal?"

Like they have been blown away so bad, I dnt think there is anything that can be done in the form of revival, that will be nothing more than a joke actually you know, he really does not deserve to see one more day. He needs to get killed as soon as possible. Such a wicked and evil lad he is. And I do much hate and even detest him. He is a lot lucky that I a not the one in charge of life for any reason. He must have been on his way to the world yonder by now, and I'm saying this. Knowing that I trust myself with all of it. There clearly is no other wise,that will be the only way for this son of a bitch”

I shook my head violently, tears blurring my vision: "Father never cared about others' opinions." I wiped my eyes roughly. "Never. You knew him." "He'd been calm these past few days." I grabbed Blackstone's arm. "Something happened tonight. Someone was after us." "Someone must have killed him!" My voice rose. "Someone who wanted him silenced!" My voice began to shake as the implications hit me fully. First Mom, then Ethan, now Father. All dead with that same strange smile.

Oops, I forgot that I had no heart but nectar. That is when reality dawned on me, while the processor's words rang in my ear. Different evil entities will keep coming after you once you get to Gaea. Then the priest's messenger words also played in my mind. They mentioned one boy whom they thought was the last of the Smiths, but he was killed. That is also when I remember that I didn't get the chance to ask him more questions before the war began.

They laugh or make personal jokes on the first chance they get to interact with you. I swear I'm a killer; one day, I will murder someone in cold blood. It won't be the first time. All the mosquitoes and cereals I've killed can testify. So yeah. Everyone has the burning out point. It reaches a point where you can't take it anymore, and you snap into oblivion and do what you have always needed to do, what fate has always laid before you.

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.

"You're not going to remember this tomorrow, are you?" He paused just long enough for me to meet his eyes. "If being forgotten is what you want," he replied quietly, "then I can pretend it never happened." My heartbeat quickened. "Good," I whispered, forcing a faint smile. "Because I don't want to remember either." For a moment, neither of us spoke. The city lights beyond the glass blurred together as the alcohol continued to cloud my thoughts. "Then stop thinking," he murmured. I closed my eyes. Maybe this was a mistake.

"In one life, you destroyed me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. The dream you are mentioning is the hell I went through, but in this life, I won't." I leaned in, whispering so only he could hear. "Beth didn't just lie to you. She was the mirror you deserved. And now, you will spend the rest of your immortal life in the dark, remembering the queen you thought you could cage." I turned my back on him. I didn't burn him. I didn't kill him. Sometimes being forgotten is the best revenge for people who are eager to be seen and to be worshipped by others. Caspian met me at the altar, his hand extended. The High Priest of the Ancients stepped forward, the obsidian daggers gleaming.