The Thrill Of A Kill Novels & Stories

Hundreds of pack members held their breath, waiting for the sacred moment. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. But I knew the truth. This honor was a mask for a lifetime of lies. I had died once before. Murdered on a cold winter night by the very boy I had raised as my own son. The feeling of my bones snapping, my soul tearing from my body… the memory was still raw. Now, the Moon Goddess has given me a second chance. I was back, just before my official mating ceremony with Aiden.

We were cutting through the night at supersonic speeds, a black needle piercing the atmosphere toward the Swiss Alps. I sat strapped into the bucket seat, the harness biting into my collarbones. Across from me, Killian was a statue of lethal intent. He was cleaning a customized Glock, his movements mechanical and frighteningly precise. He hadn't looked at me since we left the Leviathan. The air between us was thick, charged with the ghost of the touch we’d shared in the chopper and the icy weight of the threat he’d leveled against me. I will burn that mountain to the ground with every soul inside it, including yours.

It was always the same when she killed someone; the thrill of the moment as she fed, the blissful calm that followed, and then her conscience started talking. There had been times when her conscience had screamed at her; heck, the first few times she'd actually flown into a panic, especially since it was her friends she'd been killing. But right now, she could barely hear her conscience at all. She tried very hard to feel some smattering of pity for the dead man at her feet, but ultimately all she felt was triumph. This man had tried to assault her, and then kill her for God's sake! He got exactly what he deserved, and she got a meal out of it! All was right with the world now. "You look lik

Maybe he also has a soft heart, she thought to herself. Killian stayed on the sofa for a while. He closed his eyes shut. The day was a hectic one. His shirt had a big blotch of blood on it. The only thing that he hates about killing is that it ruins clothes. However, he can’t say he didn’t enjoy slaughtering those rascals. Some men of the Scorpio had been tailing him. But little did they know, he was leading them to their doom. A satisfied smirk crawled across his face as he recalled the fear they had on their face when he fired the bullet through their skull. Hectic but enjoyable day.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

I know that I should be shocked of my actions but nope, I enjoyed it to the fullest. For some reason, I felt like a thrill kill. I felt like a character in a movie who is premeditated. Is this "hedonistic mass killing?" I think I need help right after I kill Tola!! "You know Tola, I am beginning to love this. I feel like it's my gift and if you don't start talking, I don't know what I'm gonna do to you. You think I'm weak, I'll show you weak!" I could see the fear in Tola's eyes. She wanted to speak but she aaw the anger in me. I was ready and willing to do anything, even taking out her eyes or cutting her tongue. That's how angry I was.

She says without moving her eyes from mine. “That's a good thing.” I wasn’t able to sleep for a month after my first kill. Only sleeping pills helped so you're lucky, woman. “That is what worries me. I killed a man and I'm not bothered at all. We killed and we are not bothered.” She says looking at her hands. “Those men wanted to kill us first.” I tried to defend us. “What I'm trying to say they had families!” She yelled and that's the thing I hate most in this world. I don't like to be yelled at.

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

To them, all my hard-earned money probably belonged to Dwight from the start. "Okay. Sorry to trouble you," I said, obediently taking out the account and password I had prepared in advance. "Just log in and follow what the customer service says." After eagerly snatching the note, Dwight opened my computer and logged into the game. When Dwight saw the magnificent login screen, the top-tier server outfits and mount effects, and the blinding exclusive title and halo unlocked by that million-dollar top-up, his eyes instantly widened, and his breathing grew heavy. "Glenn, your account is amazing!" He swallowed hard, his finger sliding excitedly over the mouse.

Max said cautiously, "I don't know how the heck you pulled it off, but you might have just permanently changed Piper Knowles." "Tell me about it," Kalix chimed in. "I mean, not too long ago, she wanted to tear you apart, and now she's smiling at you willingly? Plus, she told Max he's lucky to have you by his side on the day she moved back in with her roommate. What's the deal?" He asked as he took a few sips of his cola. "Ever heard of 'kill them with kindness?'" Avery covered for me, popping a salty fry into her mouth. The boys exchanged confused glances but then shrugged, evidently realizing that this was one of those things only us girls could truly grasp.