We're Killing Strangers John Wick Novels & Stories

Then another guy chimed in, “If they see her like this, they’ll think we kidnapped her.” “They’re not wrong,” I muttered under my breath, glancing at them. Tactical gear. Guns. Earpieces. The whole John Wick starter pack. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve assumed I was being dragged to my doom. Again. “We do look like assassins,” someone added cheerfully. “Don’t forget the guns.” I gave him a look. “Maybe don’t mention the guns when a girl’s already traumatized.” He smirked. I raised my hand like a peace negotiator. “Okay, hear me out—I’ll tell them I was being chased by a psychopath, and you guys picked me up. You gave me a ride to safety.”

“Then you’ve chosen death.” The command lashed through the alley like a whip. “Kill him.” The thugs obeyed instantly. Two lunged for Travian, another for Soren. The three reinforcements lurking in the shadows surged forward, closing the circle tight. The stranger cursed low, sharp under his breath, gun flashing in the rain—BANG! The bullet screamed, ripping through the storm, embedding itself in the leg of one thug. The man collapsed with a guttural howl, clutching at his bleeding thigh.

he repeated like he was telling me my takeout order was here. My mouth opened and then closed. Kate?Gone? Just like that? A weird cocktail of relief, shock and suspicion churned in my gut. This felt too easy.. way too easy. “I… what? How?” I stammered, looking from Lucius’s stern face to the stranger’s calm one. “You killed Kate Grimwood?” The stranger gave a single and slight nod. “Okay,” I dragged the word out. “So… yay? I think? I don’t know. This feels like the part in the horror movie where the monster is dead but the music is still scary.” I focused on the stranger. “Who are you?”

The cottage explodes into chaos immediately. Milo starts shouting at me to let him go, Luxe laughs hysterically at how determined I am to keep him in the room, and Varen appears from nowhere, looking deeply delighted because I’m actually fighting the stranger. Yes, fighting. Apparently, he learned how to fight wherever he came from. The stranger charges me again. I dodge instinctively, then punch him directly in the face. The stranger blinks once. Then collapses unconscious immediately. Oh no. “Oh no.” I stare at him, horrified. “I killed him.”

“Own me now to distract me, Mr. Stranger.” Apollo Justice

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

Even without looking at Jones I could feel the smug that had been drawn on his stupid cute face. " You don't believe me?" " Believe it or not, him taking a few days off isn't something we should be thankful for Jones! He's probably taking a break or even worse, attacking other cities," I puffed my cheeks, sympathetic for those who had lost their lives in his cruel hands. " Well, you're right. But I have a question," Now, I focused my gaze on him. " Permission granted!" " This Mr Strange of a person, whenever he attacks, does he kill at least one person each night he ambushes or does he simply just go get what he wants from someone and leave them to die on their own will?"

"I wasn't sure if I should believe Enoff, but after seeing you I finally get why these people set up such an elaborate plan to use me to wipe your family out. You're in luck, for I value fairness with everyone. I'll give you a chance to kill me now. If you can't do that, don't fault me for not giving you any more chances!" Watson was practically shaking with rage at this stranger before him. He grabbed the pistol at his waist, shoving the barrel against Wilbur's chest as he fumed, "You f*cking piece of shit, you've pissed me off now! I'd like to see if you can move faster than the bullets in my gun! Come on, keep that cockiness up! There's nothing I enjoy more than killing off idiots like yo

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

Derek Alexander could not let him run, had to chase, uproot weeds uproot roots. But before he could, Tadhg Walter's figure rushed over. He once said he would destroy the mysterious killer, he said he could do it. This moment, the enemy must die. Tadhg Walter one hand throws out, receives the incoming powerful rock, but is, the component block is destroyed, then explodes into small pieces crumbs, splash of dust. He next also didn't stop stepping, his body shadows far, the speed of one battle increased, and in a wink he immediately closed the mysterious killer.