Totally Killer Novels & Stories

"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

"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.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

Due to lack of breath and cold embracing her Zara passed out. “Bye, bye, Zara Darling…” Were the killers last words she heard Seeing Zara passed out, the killer pulled his silver weapon out of his hood. He raised his hand in the air to finish and brought it towards her chest….

The place is packed to the rafters, and most of the crowd is hoping to get a glimpse of Killer. "Killer" Yeah, that's me. Although I don't usually go for the kill, I am pretty happy with a KO in the first round, my quickest KO being 3.4 seconds; the name Killer was given to me after one of my early fights ended badly. That night will haunt me for the rest of my days, but you must accept the risks that come with the underground fights.

"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.

But then again, I rarely ever knew why I mostly had to taste his wrath on a daily basis. “One thing that I want you to start learning about me, malyshka,” Alpha Killian said, closing the cap as he was done. He didn’t bother looking at me for a few seconds, but his voice sent shivers down my spine as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race as fear coursed through my veins at his cold tone, “I don’t like liars.” “Alpha…”

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 turned back, the shadows of the room hiding my face, leaving only the cold, predatory glint of my eyes visible. "His name is Roman," I said. "And he’s the man whose going to kill Bane Valak”

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.