Kill Or Be Killed Novels & Stories

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

"Have that abomination killed. At once." ***

"So we kill them." ~~~

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”

“ 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.

Kill for her. Slay her dragons... I will.

His eyes burned with determination. “Kill a beast? Doesn't the wolf I faced count?” I ventured. “You defended yourself against a wolf, human,” he replied with a sarcastic laugh. “Killing is different.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked, worried about the direction of the conversation. “When you kill, it's a choice. When you hunt, you assess your prey, stalk it, and capture it. You choose a victim and attack!” Pleasure gleamed in his eyes and made me shudder.

A fallen angel. One about to kill. Again.

I haven’t cried through this whole thing, so I don’t know why I feel the need to do so now. “Sometimes, you have to pull the trigger, piccolo. Sometimes it’s not about you and them as people. Instead, it’s about survival. You kill or be killed, love. That’s how this works.” His voice is so soft it feels as though he is wrapping me in a blanket of kindness. I feel myself leaning down to lie on him, my head on his chest. We have never done such a thing, performed such an intimate act. Kill or be killed. That’s his motto.