Who Killed All For One Novels & Stories

Rachel doesn't like being disturbed during meals, so stop calling. "One more time and I'll block your whole family." To them—Joel and Michael—Chloe and I were just two jealous women causing drama. They didn't care that we had just given birth to stillborns. People from both the Brooklyn and Murphy families came as they were worried sick about us. But Joel and Michael were the only ones who didn't show. On the day of the funeral, Chloe still refused to give up. She tried calling Michael, but by then, he had blocked everyone even remotely connected to her.

Most importantly, if we don’t complete it, Mother will die. My four Ones walk with me, surrounding me in a square formation. Akin leads to my left, close enough that he can push me out of harm’s way if the moment strikes. Of all the men here, he’s the only one I truly know. The only one I truly love. When all this began, I’d hoped he was my only One, but it seems the fates had other ideas.

Finally, at six thirty, there was a knock on the door. I stood to open it, and a huge bouquet blocked my view. It was camellias, my favorite flower. Even though my severe allergies and past surgery meant I could barely smell anything, I couldn't help but smile. Harry stood at the back of the group, his gaze gentle, his voice steady. "I love you, Selena." I moved through the crowd, almost running into his arms. "I love you too." But the next second, he didn't hug me back. Instead, he shoved me away with force.

Her new boss was her one-night stand. She stood in a spot, eyes bulging out of their sockets. She couldn't believe her eyes. "Are you an employee of this company?" The one-night stand asked her. "Yes." She managed a reply. "I already know those who are going to be laid off. Can you tell us why you are late?" He raised a brow. She was more than shocked. Of course, he knew why. He made her late. But she couldn't say that. She wanted her dignity intact. She didn't want rumors to go around that she slept with the boss to secure her job.

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

" When would you kill someone?" " If they betray us or double cross us. Noah is at the top so he delegates to a lot of people, there is a huge chain of command all the way down to the individual mangers of each business that we enjoy to clean our plutocratthrough.However, we kill them, If someone in that chain double crosses us. And of course rivals and effects." She jounced her head as if she understood what I was talking about before she asked her coming question.

With his face, pale as a ghost, he met her eyes, "H-He's no more." Fear gripped her insides. Her lungs squeezed painfully as she took in the sight of her Alpha. Allie didn't want to jump to conclusions, her throat dry as the words tore out of them. "Who? Who are you talking about?" "J-Jake", Nate hiccuped, angrily wiping the tears falling from his eyes. His face was red, breathing coming out in puffs as if he was holding it in—the urge to scream and yell. As soon as she heard the familiar name, her blood turned chill. Allie swallowed loudly, trying to remain calm. He's their target, the guy they were assigned to kill no matter what. And suddenly he turned up dead? Something wasn't sitting ri

“What do you mean?” Cutter nodded. “He’s a well-trained military assassin who wants everyone to call him One-Mile because that’s his way of bragging about his longest kill shot.” The news hit her like a punch to the chest. Yes, Pierce Walker had reeked of danger, but Cutter made him sound like a cold-blooded murderer. “His actions are not for us to judge. That’s between him and God.”

Nico yelled, firing a shot into the air. I chuckled darkly as an idea formed. I wouldn't beg for something I created. "I'll return for all of your heads," I declared, a scoff escaping my lips. "I never issue empty threats." "We'll be ready for you, killer," he said, locking his gaze onto mine. With a smirk, I walked away and climbed into Luciano's car, setting my course for his mansion. It was time to step into my power as a Donna. I held the steering hard as pictures of the stingers, my family betrayed me. They committed a grave mistake and they knew it. I would kill all of them, I'll survive without them, I always survive. I will kill them all. Once a killer, always a killer.

"Yes, the same way he ordered me to keep the truth of your parents deaths a secret from you. It's different when he orders me; I just have to obey." "No, you don't have to." "He would have sent Number One to kill you; I volunteered." "Should I feel honored?" "I know whatever the case may be, he would want you dead, but I can't let Number One do it." "It makes no difference," I say, but inside me, I knew it did. Number One was a freak; he had gotten so used to the nature of killing that he had gotten it into his head. He devised methods to kill in the most painful and brutal way possible, but that wasn't all.