You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ It’s either you kill, or you’ll be killed. “ Hearing such blinding invitation, Dye couldn’t avoid to laugh. But it’s more like a laugher of a dangerous person who’s a bad guy type. He had never felt this feeling for quite a long time know.

“Grab her.” “You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” I said quietly. “No,”Her smile sharpened as she replied. “We really shouldn’t have.” And something about the way she said it told me one thing. They still thought they were in control, but they weren’t.

They laugh or make personal jokes on the first chance they get to interact with you. I swear I'm a killer; one day, I will murder someone in cold blood. It won't be the first time. All the mosquitoes and cereals I've killed can testify. So yeah. Everyone has the burning out point. It reaches a point where you can't take it anymore, and you snap into oblivion and do what you have always needed to do, what fate has always laid before you.

Shit! I almost died the second time. My stupid best friend had tried to kill me. He was a surgeon but he was dumb as fuck. Who shoots at a ghost?- damn, I’m not even a ghost! Would He have brought me back again if this hairy cunt had killed me? I don’t even wanna know. "Sometimes life gives you a second chance, or even two! Not always, but sometimes. It's what you do with those second chances that counts.

Just the thought of bringing tears to her eyes made the anger within in me burn hotter than any flame. In a swift motion, my feet swept his off the ground, his body thudding against the floor, his gun sliding across the floor as I pressed my blade into his chest. “ You should've killed me when you had the chance.” His weak hands found mine as he tried to pry my fingers off the blade but my girl remained firm as I pressed the blade deeper into his chest.

"These little buggers shouldn’t be a problem. We’ll take it from here; go and get Fallon otherwise Chance will kill me!" In that moment I find myself not doubting that, hell, he would kill me too. But I didn't have time to even think of that. I needed to move and save my mate.

Sharing it almost seemed as normal as me cooking dinner and me making him a plate. “You too,” I said, but grabbed his chin and held his stare. “But don’t you ever try to die on me again. If I ever see you take another dart or fall like that again, I’m going to kill everyone nearby, friend or foe, until I have spilled enough blood in sacrifice that the Gods have no choice but to bring you back.”

She stood up, collecting the mallet with one hand, and stretching out the other hand towards me. A wind of satisfaction cooled my nerves. I took the hand, and got up, relieved. "Thank God he's not dead. I thought I'd killed him. I thought I'd killed a man." "Not to literarily burst your bubble or anything," she shrugged. "But I have a feeling that even if you don't want to do it, you'll be forced to kill someone one day. Jackson is lucky he's not your first kill."

Nothing was ever my choice. Until now. The one man who should have loved me more than anything, but chose to ruin my life. The one who hated my guts so badly that she was willing to get rid of me. And then the ones who stood by and laughed as I took what they gave me. Silently praying for a miracle of death. Or a way out. “Yes. Me. You know, if you're going to try and kill somebody, the least you could do is wait until they are actually dead before you leave.” I say, giving her a coy smile, giving her the impression that I'm shy and innocent when I'm neither of those things.

“Yes.She was a bitch like you.I’m gonna kill you just the way I killed her” “You won’t get the chance to kill me Logan.Cause you will be dead before then.Not too worry, I’m gonna make sure to drop thorns on your grave” I smirked walking out of the room.