You Want Me To Kill Him Novels & Stories

I clicked my tongue, pointing it out, “He’s shaking. He won’t even make past this woods.” “Let him die then.” She said absentmindedly and I tilted my head to the side. No, that sounded happened. I knew that I had always wanted to kill him but I do not want Alpha Kai to be killed like this. By a mere poison. I want him dead in my own eyes. “If he dies here then you wouldn’t even be able to torture him.” I reached out. “You wouldn’t want that, do you? You will have fewer toys to play with.”

After calming my angry emotions, I look at him again. "You can't stop me now." My words were sharp, wrapped in ice. "I will kill him with my own hand if I must. We don't have a choice. He will never stop if we let him live. He will rot us from the inside out." A silence so complete it felt physical followed my declaration. Outside the cabin, I could almost hear the world hold its breath. Kyrex's presence curled in my mind, a dark, thrilling whisper. 'Good,' he purred. 'At last, the hunt.'

He snaps at me. My eyes widen. "What?". He clenches his jaw and turns his face away from me. I feel myself going under again but I grit my teeth and hold on. I don't want to feel like this but I can't help it and I hate it. "Do you want to kill me?". I rasp. "What?". His eyes widens this time. "You're killing me with your words." I reply. "I do not want to hear it from you or anyone else."

It took all my self-control to not snap at this cunt. “Listen I don't have time for a tea party it's either you show yourself in JNB in the next 24 hours or she's dead.” “I want her dead.” “But you want to kill her yourself. “ I knew I got him when he kept quiet. He was thinking about it. It was personal for him. “What's in it for you?” “You will find out soon, don't worry about it now. Fingers: I'll be there.” I dropped the call.

—Yes, your answer will help me decide what to do next: kill you or fuck you. "You said that killing me would be a huge problem for you, so don't want to entangle me that sooner or later you'll end up doing the latter because you can't do the former."

He asked in a very cold voice. That made me shiver a bit. He was right, he was an enemy. Someone I suspected was responsible for killing my father's death, he had even killed a whole village. Why should I care if such person die? "Do you think I care?" I asked, glaring at him. "Don't get your hopes too high, Alpha," He titled his head to a side, running his eyes over me. "What then is your reason?" "I want to do it myself," I said, scoffing. "I've said it earlier, I have to be the one to kill you myself. You don't get to have an easy way," I added.

Zane said in a possessive manner Zane loved Elena in a possessive way, he would kill Elena in a snap of the fingers rather than leave her Elena was surprised to know that Zane waited for you because she always saw him as a heatless bastard “but I don’t want you,” Elena said being a bold woman, Zane maintains a gap between them and looked at her up and down “you don’t want me that means you don’t want your mate,” Zane asked her in doubt and Elena laughed

He adds, "I could arrange something if you want to do it yourself, or watch me do it." "I've never killed a person before." He waits for my answer. I don't have one, I'm torn in half. He has to die, there's no doubt about it. He should never have lived to begin with. But do I want to be the one to do that? Do I have whatever it takes to pull that trigger? Wouldn't it be much easier for Damien to kill him and get it done and over with, make sure he does it right this time? I can't deny the fact that I want to look him in the eyes one last time and maybe even get some things off my chest, though.

He tightened his fist as if he wanted to break everything around. "Why didn't you punish him?" I opened my mouth to answer but he hushed me. "Don't tell me you didn't because you love him" He snarled. I bow my eyes shedding tears. "But that's the only reason I have for not harming him" I mumbled. "I will kill him" He grunted, widening my eyes. The way he was breathing and the veins of his muscles showing, I can bet how serious he is with his words. He indeed wants to kill Stefan. .

Instead, I did myself a good job of patting myself on the back. “Let's go.” I beckoned him to follow me and he did. When he finally sat across from me, I added. “I need your help.” “Figured.” He sounded angry and irritated. “What do you want help with?” “Murder.” He froze. “I want you to kill Alora Henshaw.”