You Want Me To Kill Him Novels & Stories

I smirk at her. “You freed me? Please.” She rolls her eyes and I chuckle. “I’m just as rouge now as you are.” I tell her and she looks at me then. Her next words aren’t as much as a shock as they should have been. “I want to kill him.” I frown nevertheless. “U sure? U couldn’t even cut me up for long, I saw how that shit disgusted you. Why?” My tone is serious. Killing someone isn’t just a game. It fucks with you heavy. And someone like the Demon king. It’s not likely.

I explain to him. “Oh, so what did you decide?” He asks me. “I told him that I wanted her killed the same way my mother was killed and I wanted her head to be left out for the flies and the dogs.” I tell him and he looks suprised but also proud. “Well, I am fully on board with that plan. But how are you doing?” He asks me.

“Give me another reason for me to even consider your abysmal suggestion.” His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened and sparked at the same time. He said, “If you want me to kill him, you should say so instead of saying what I don't want to hear. And you should know, I will kill him if he puts a hand on you.” I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking that he was trying to make choices for me. “And the reason you want, I will give it to you when you come to my home with me. To Italy.”

he said. “Your face, is about to disappear along with the rest of you. How the hell could you do this to your own father? Mother? What about her? Did you even think about her for a fucking second? Your sole defender all these years, the one who held you and forgave you … time after time,” I said. I was fucking tired of this shit. I was about to take a clear shot at his head and be done with it. *That’s what he wants. A quick death. He’s trapped himself in there so you’ll have to be the one who kills him,* Felix said.

“You won’t.” “I lost our parents. Our sister. Myself. And when Caroline came into my life…” I swallowed hard. “She was the first thing that made me feel.. real again. And now she’s gone, and I don’t know what the hell to do with this fury sitting in my bones.” “You do know.” He stepped closer. “You’ve always known.” “I want to kill him.” Kelly nodded. “You will.” “No, I mean.. really kill him. Not quick. Not a bullet to the head. I want to take my time. I want him to beg. I want him to cry and choke and scream like the women he tortured.”

My men stayed back, smart enough to know nothing could part me from the satisfaction of each strike. By the time I stopped, he was barely recognizable. “Go on,” he croaked, spitting blood. “Do it. Kill me. Isn’t that what you came for? Because I had her first?” I straightened, forcing my breath steady. If I killed him now, it would be a release for him. And I wanted worse.

“Or let me just do the easiest way and just kill you right now. Either way, I still get what I want. But where's the fun in that?” I shut my eyes close, ready to accept my fate. “Don’t hurt him!” Fuck!

He is so annoying that I feel like ripping him apart. "Alright, I am sorry." He laughed softly. "So why are you waiting for her? Do you have a surprise for her?" "Kind of, I want to end her life," I answered with an evil smile plastered on my face. "What? You want to kill her?" He asked while whimpering. "Yes and quit being dramatic, she will be here anytime soon. Do you want to help me execute my plan like old times?" I asked with a sly smile. "No… I will pass, even if I am to kill anyone it can't be her," he said in refusal.

I stated. He kept his gaze on me — one that heated through me from the inside. What the heck was wrong with me? "Do you want to?" "What?" "You speak about people wanting to kill me like you want to. So do you want to kill me, Soraya Karter?" Yes, I did. The music wafted through the pillars, reaching us, soft and almost haunting in a way. "And if I want to? Would you kill me before then?" I answered his question, my eyes now twinkling with a mischievousness so vile.

I swear I could see him smirk in the dark, before I even heard him scoff. “Wipe your tears. Don't give people the impression that you're weak,” “That shouldn't be your problem. We're not that close,” He chuckled lowly, and it didn't sound good in any way. It sounded menacing. “Only if you know,” he mumbled under his breath before he said, "Should I kill him? It wouldn't be too much of a trouble, and it won't take time." I frowned. What was he talking about? "Kill who?"