Kill The Evil Man Novels & Stories

said Fredrick "Correct. He thinks that he is invisible and can hear our conversation but, what he doesn't realise is that his magic had been dispelled." "But, just because he's the Butler of Count Arche doesn't prove that the one behind it is Count Arche, does it...?" asked Alexis "Yes. But I told you already didn't I...? This plan has no flaws. A bug will be attached to the man. It will provide us with both Audio and Video evidence. The video evidence will later be released to the public when Count Arche pleads guilty."

Realization struck: he must have realized their disadvantage and returned to kill us. A surge of hatred welled up within me, a bitter tide threatening to drown me in its venomous embrace. Before me stood the man consumed by malice, his demeanour embodying a malevolence that chilled the very air around him. With eyes devoid of remorse, he wielded his gun with a cold, calculated precision. Unknown to him, I lay in wait, silently, hidden in the shadows. His focus remained fixed solely on Silvio, oblivious to my presence as he poised his weapon, preparing to kill my husband.

‘As long as she’s alive, there’ll be a chance for them, do you understand? ‘Please, Rose is innocent—.’ He begged himself in the mirror. But a cold glare took over. ‘KILL THEM BOTH!’ His hands gripped the edge of the sink counter, fighting to speak his will. ‘B-But…we’re after Kee, aren’t we? L-Let’s just concentrate on Kee…?’ Evil laughter tumbled from his own lips. ‘How nice,’ muttered the darkness inside him. ‘You’re telling me what to do.’ Revelation and fear gripped his eyes. ‘No! That’s not what I meant!’

I stared at the phone, stunned. She actually hung up. "What are you doing?!" I looked up. The next second, Benny's hands locked around my throat, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. "I hate liars. Die!"

While he kept mercilessly pushing his feet and sternly declared, "In my realm, there is no word that exists like 'Mistake'. The only word I know is death, and you made a great sin going against me, your mafia king." "No! Please!" Kelvin coughed up blood as he tried to speak. But, it was too late, before he could speak further, Byron already pulled the trigger of his gun and shot right over his forehead, leaving him dead instantly right over the ground with a pool of blood. However, as soon as he died, Byron turned his gun on the next man who woke up a long time ago but was still pretending to be unconscious. "Now, it's your turn, Jake. How about opening your eyes and seeing who is killing yo

He raised the knife and brought it down towards my chest, but I caught his hand midway, twisted it, and flipped him over so that he was lying in my position, and I was on top. I growled in anger as the knife tore through my palm, but I still pried it out of his hand and threw it away. All the drive in me was to kill the man for intruding into my space. I am evil and a bad man. I killed my mother and did some terrible things; nothing would redeem me now. I have to remain evil. I grabbed his neck and pressed hard. He choked and tried to hit me with his hand, but I was way larger than this man, so I held his other hand with mine while pressing his neck with the other. I did not bother to ask wh

He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill. She spotted him first, leaning against a lamppost, phone in hand, scanning the street. The same smirk, the same arrogance. He hadn’t changed, and that was a mistake. Aire’s pulse was steady, controlled, her anger simmering beneath the surface. This time, she wasn’t afraid. She was ready. Dee appeared beside her like he’d materialized from thin air. “He’s yours,” he said softly. “But I’m right behind you.” Aire’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Good. I like you close.”

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

"I brought some of Ivy's photos. Do you want to see them?" He hesitated. He looked unsure how to refuse. I pretended not to notice his discomfort. Slowly, I reached inside my jacket. I didn't take out any photos. I took out a syringe. Raymond reacted quickly, trying to step back at once. His eyes went wide. His voice trembled as he asked, "What are you..." I was faster. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind a thousand times. The syringe pierced his neck. He only got half his words out before his body went limp.

declared Ryder with a sinister laugh. “Speaking of which, though I’m killing all of you, I’ll make sure to be creative with each of your murders! Of course, I could also give all of you quick deaths… as long as you willingly hand me the proper method of breaking the formation!” added the evil old man.