You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance Novels & Stories

If he wanted to, he'll end me in seconds. "I'm not listening to whatever you have to say," I said, tears welling in my eyes. "Just. Let. Me. Kill. You!" He smiled slightly. "Everyone wants to kill me, Hazel. Sadly you're at the end of a long queue. But I'll make an exception. If you can kill me before the others do, my life is yours." I couldn't believe him but I was past caring. " It would be my pleasure." "However," he frowned. "For every attempt you fail to kill me, you shall do what I said without questions."

“What’s so funny?” “Everyone on this earth has the potential to be a killer under the right circumstances. For some it’s survival, for others it’s revenge, and a lot of the time even love is a huge motivation for murder. Everyone has the potential, it’s just a matter of whether or not an opportunity presents itself. So to say you’re not a killer is naïve thinking. Would be more accurate to simply say you’ve never killed someone than to deny the chance you might ever take a life. You could accidentally hit someone with your car and kill them. You don’t know what the future holds. I just don’t leave my future up to destiny, I take control of it,” I say as I take off my dress and thong.

he sobbed watching his wife slowly being killed infront of her . "You would've killed her by now if you were actually going to kill her" Kane shook his head calming down . "Exactly, you have a chance to save her" I let him come to his senses for a second . I hate to admit it but this woman is being killed either way. I don't like bringing innocents into it but sometimes it just has to happen .

A beautiful, devastating lie. I should have killed him. The thought was a cold, sharp stone in the pit of my stomach. When I had the chance, when his guard was down, I should have avenged my parents and ended this. Instead, I’d been weak. I’d let his intensity, his possessiveness, feel like love.

Up close he looked broken—skin sallow, wound seeping through a hasty bandage, eyes fever-bright. “You should have killed me when you had the chance,” he rasped. “I know,” I said softly, stepping closer until the barrel pressed against my sternum. “But I chose differently. And tonight I choose again.” His finger tightened on the trigger. I saw the moment he decided to pull it. My knife was faster.

You never know when I’m going to need it. Maybe tomorrow. Doesn’t hurt to have one ready. After all, it’s kill or be killed in Cinco, right?

I know it’s Mikey and others trying to break in. “That car was meant to kill you and not your son. You should have died then. Then you force me to try and kill you myself. You should have died when I poisoned your I.V.” That’s when I hear Bryce’s voice inside my head telling me I promised to come back to him. I place my hands against Chance’s face, where my thumbs could push in his eyes, and I push my thumbs through.

"Don't tell me that you don't want to kill me." "Of course—I mean, I don't know, if I want? It's so difficult for me to know where to start. Why won't you suggest me a place where there are many bad people?" "You don't really need to choose who to kill. Try thinking that everyone has their time to die, and you'll kill anyone who's in your way. If they won't die, then they are lucky, but if they will, then it means that you're lucky. There's no unlucky in that moment, especially if you don't show your weakness. Now, you're unlucky because you need to do it faster because the curse will definitely attack you anytime."

I kept smiling without fear. “If you want to kill, then kill, anyway; I’ve prepared myself for this.” Chad shook his head, his voice calm. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you long ago. But I warn you, be wary of people around. Did you know I almost died?” I frowned. "What do you mean?"

But whatever he was talking about, he couldn’t be taken lightly. He took a step forward. The chains strained but held him. “You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” he said softly. I lifted my chin. “And you should’ve known better than to strike me and expect to walk away.” I reached for the waistband of my trouser, my lips curling into a smile and when I brought out the item, his eye widened and then he screamed.