Totally Killer Novels & Stories

The killer giggled, "Have fun being delusional ~" ~ KL •Season One• R18GB

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

"You didn't kill her, Kiara. In the world where we belong, people like us would have killed her after getting their work done. And that includes me as well. We don't care about innocent lives. All we care about is our selfish motives and torturing our enemies, the people we hate. And at that moment, we would never leave that beautiful moment to torment our enemy. So yeah, if it was anyone except you at that point in time, he would have killed the innocent child." Rudraneel's words sent shivers down my spine. Anyone else would have killed Angel? No. No. Could I be that inhuman? Not at all. I turned around and my back faced him. I couldn't face him anymore. "You know, your hate towards me, it

Wrong for a killer. "The phone," he said quietly. His voice was different now. Younger than I'd expected. Almost... familiar? "I don't know what you mean." My voice cracked like a thirteen-year-old boy's. His grip tightened. Not painful, but firm. "Delete the photo." "What photo?" He leaned closer. Close enough that I could see his eyes weren't just dark, they were green. Deep forest green with gold flecks. "The one you just took. Delete it. Or you'll be next."

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

"Please! Don’t kill me! I have a family!" "Oh, I know. You have a lovely wife and such adorable kids." "Don’t you dare touch my wife! You sick monster!" I chuckled coldly. "I’m not the monster here. you and I both know who it is." "Did Moretti send you?" "Bingo! We got a winner here! for the prize, do you want me to shoot at the heart or head? Your choice but please hurry my schedule are pack to kill people." "You are a sick woman!" he spits to my face. I wipe it with the back of my hand. "Now that’s not nice," I said in my deadly tone. I cock my gun and aim it at the heart but then again interruption.

“What happened, Eleanor?” “Alpha Killian is going to reject me, that is what happened…”

“Tough guy, are you? Sure, I’ll beat you where your girl can’t see you. Then I’ll come back for her.” “I won’t let you lay a finger on her.” Cyrrus’ voice was soft… but for some reason, something about it triggered Aria’s senses. She frowned despite herself. She was standing behind him, so she couldn’t read his expression. Even so, for a split second, she thought she sensed… a flash of killing intent. It was a bloodthirstiness she knew too well as a hired killer herself. But did it really come from this cushy pushover of a rich kid?

Each face in the crowd looked on at me in absolute horror, as if they were preparing themselves to witness my death. I looked on at the rumored Alpha Killian as he came to a stop a mere five feet in front of me. I could finally see where all of the rumors had come from. While I stood at a whopping 5'3', Alpha Killian had to be well over 6' tall. Not only did he tower over me in height, but the frame of his body was enormous, with hands as big as my entire face. I resisted a shutter as I thought about how easily he could crush me, and end my simple life. Taking a deep breath, I looked up into the face of my mate, and felt my mouth open.

"I am a pure Lycan King. Never let your little human mind forget that fact. My body handles pain differently." I leaned back against the leather cushions, my chest heaving with irritation as I watched his calm movements. "Oh, so you mean like a big, bad psycho killer?" I barked out, my tone dripping with pure sarcasm as I let my anger take over. "A reckless, maniac killing machine? A big, bad wolf who doesn't possess a single drop of human sympathy and is only built from birth for blood and killing?"