You Want Me To Kill Him Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Shut the fuck up!" "You know I am not lying," I muttered. "You know why I haven't killed you? Because I need you to get him here," He barked, cuffing me back. "Well, let me give you a piece of advice," I hissed. "If you think killing him will help your thirst for revenge then you're wrong. He will die willingly because he knows that would make you happy! He will die with pleasure if it means keeping me safe. So if you want to hurt him...might as well kill me. That will damage him for good,"

"I can't kill you! I won't!" I stumble to the ground, my body still shaking. He was before me now, snarling with fury, his hands reaching out to grab me. I soon realized they were claws and I bit back a whimper. "If you don't, I'll kill you." He growled, seething at me with his fangs extended. "Kill me if you have to, but I can't do that to you. I can't kill you. I can't. Please... " I begged, realizing that I was sobbing. Why does he want to die this badly?

"No. No I-" "Then kill her." I can feel myself trying to hyperventilate. I stare at him. Clueless and my mind a haze. Everything moves around me and I blink to come back to reality. Kill her. I have to kill her? No. What if I can't? "Kill her, or I torture her and then you inherit her lashes." "H-how?" I screech, angrily.

Chuckling, I replied, "Why don't you come get her? You think I am a fool, don't you? Or do you think I would pass up an opportunity to get rid of her?" I walked backward, going around her, until I was crouching beside her, with my gun pointed at her succulent neck, "What if I kill her, right now? What if I end her, just like you did to father and my mother." I brushed a strand of her hair to the side, my fingers on the trigger, as I felt the urge to pull. I badly wanted to see the look on his face when I finally did that. When I finally make him break. I could see this one affects him already, but I need to weigh the cards carefully.

“You know what the worst part is?” His hand moved higher along my back. “Tell me.” “He slept. He ate. He breathed. He went on with his life after that.” My voice got colder with every word. “He let me miss her while he walked around like a man.” “Do you want me to kill him?” The answer came out of me before I even thought it through. “No.” His brows drew together. “No?” “I don’t want him dead yet.” “What do you want?” I looked down at the letter in my hand and then back at him.

"Do you want someone dead?" "No," I shook my head. "Maybe, I do, but I don't want an assassination." "What do you want then?" he asked calmly. "I want to make them feel pain," I replied. "I want to make their life a living hell. To make them wish for death and not find it. Killing them would be a mercy." He stared at me for a few minutes before he spoke again. "Who are you?" "What?" I asked, taking a step back. I had messed things up. I should have been more subtle. Of course, anyone would think I was a psychopath. That was dead-on psychotic.

his voice was so strong and sharp, blazing with intimate anger, and I felt the waves sending shivers down to my spine. "I don't care if you kill me. After all, you always kill the people closest to you,” I asserted. “Tell me where the hell is your so-called Juliet? I guess you've killed her too,” I try to get on his nerves continuously, but it wasn't working, and I never stopped. "So it's not a bad thing if you say you want to kill me. Kill me now, kill me," I declared, my eyes blazing purely at him. “What the fuck are you waiting for? I asked, like I care, “End my life right now," I grumbled aloud.

Her look was calm, huge, like someone who had already carried the weight of that decision across a long, frozen plain. “I want what he did to end. I want him not to stand again to hurt another wolf. If killing him is the quickest, cleanest way to stop him - yes. I want him dead.”

Yet, I'm still very much not bothered. "What do I want?" I repeat her question as i chuckle evilly, What do I want? Seriously. "He fucking killed my mother and might as well have killed me too. Do you really think I'll let that go? I want him dead, Lannie! You're dying already... this is the only last good you can do before you're forgotten!" I try to convince her but it's just as useless as it can be. Even if he doesn't die, I might just enjoy stabbing him a multiple times before accepting my death.

I said walking back. “Where are you going?” He asked. I turned to him with a glare. “I want to do it myself. I want to kill Kai myself.”