True Life Of The Fabulous Killjoys Novels & Stories

I had loved him so much that I destroyed myself willingly. I curled up on the floor, my body shaking as silent sobs tore through me. My nails dug into my palm but I felt nothing. All I could see was the blood of all my pups that Cassian killed.

Not long after my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law unexpectedly had another child, a son. The entire family treated him like a miracle and let him get away with everything. Before long, he became an unbearable little monster. When he was ten, he pulled up a girl's skirt at school and yanked down her shorts. I confronted him about it, but my wife immediately turned on me. "He's my brother, not your son. What makes you think you have the right to discipline him?" I kept my anger to myself and moved out with our daughter, who had been growing more withdrawn by the day. Years later, the spoiled boy shoved a woman who was eight months pregnant down a flight of stairs. My wife calle

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.

Howard Jonas has not been a happy man, he lost his wife to cancer few years back, lost his job months later but managed to find another which had a lesser pay but he still could not provide for his children due to his excessive drinking habits but if there was one thing that he hated seeing everytime he’s at home it was his adopted child Marcel. He just didn’t like the boy for some reason and he uses harsh words on him for every mistake he made which made the boy avoid him all the time. It all started when they found him on their front porch wrapped in blankets that looked quite expensive, they just couldn’t believe that someone would abandon a child like that and Howard was all for throwing

“Do you want to talk about it?” Michael slouched further under his covers, the stuffed raccoon falling on his head from atop the pillow. “I dunno.” Which meant yes in kid-speak. Logan pushed the door open and walked over to Michael’s bed, nudging his son’s legs over so he could sit. “I’m sure she’s fine, Michael.” “Do you think Ceto put her in a cage like Joey?” “Joey was in a cage?” Michael had told him about the friend he’d met there, this Joey, but this was the first he’d heard about any cage. It made him shudder to think of what he and Michael had narrowly escaped.

"I was reborn." Julian's eyes widened. He was completely stunned. I continued. "In my last life, after you disappeared, I gave up my spot at Columbia and spent ten years on a pilgrimage. I thought I was atoning for your death." My voice was flat, as if telling someone else's story. "Ten years later, I learned the truth. You weren't dead. You were with Scarlett, building an empire on my ghost. I died of a heart attack and woke up at your funeral, in this life."

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

We decided that we would enter through the front door, so that they know that we are here. A group of ten men walk past us and break down the metal door with an explosive that makes the ground shake. Today I will destroy everyone who crosses my path and is not from my team. Boucher, Gandía and the Grahams have exhausted my patience. If four months ago they told me that I would be involved in a war with gangsters, that my biological father would be a crazy murderer, that my group of friends would be enlarged by crazy people, that I would end up in love with a crazy person and that I would learn to shoot, I would have laughed. in the face and had fits of laughter for three days straight.

His body twitched once, and then—humiliatingly—he wet himself. I sneered coldly. “Do you think I’d ruin my life just to kill you? Scum like you deserves to live crippled and rotting in prison, suffering for the rest of your miserable life.” “Waaah!” Jasper broke down completely, sobbing like a madman. As the sound of sirens grew closer, I let out a breath and collapsed onto the ground, drained of all energy.

But he was curious, not because he wanted the money, but to know if the man wanted him to kill the president or some royalty because the money was a lot. He turned and said, "You have to be kidding me." "No, one million upfront and the other million once the job is done," Marcus replied and ordered him to take a seat. Frank hesitated for a second but finally took a seat. He leaned forward and whispered. "You know there are websites where people can hire hitmen if you want someone dead?" Marcus smiled and leaned forward too; the two were now neck and neck, staring into each other's eyes. "Who said anything about killing?" He laughed. "The job is about creating life," he added with a smile.