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!"

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."

“No, you certainly aren’t. But you’re honorable. So are we.” I glare at him. “There’s no honor among evil men.” He shrugs. “That’s fine you think that. Try to kill me, and my brothers will stop you. Manage to kill me before they realize it, and they will kill you. So you’re going to have to find a better way to do it than attacking me in my sleep.”

"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.

How can someone be so evil? “Now that we have gotten that little misunderstanding out of the way, I think we should get this started. Give me the box or the girl dies. You have 30 seconds to make that decision. Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight…” He began to countdown and my fingers began to shake. What was I going to do? “Give it to him Hazel!” “No, don’t! Put pieces together and use the power to kill him!” “Hazel!” The yelling voice is behind me made me even more nervous. I looked at Kaya and her eyes were brimming with tears and her lips were trembling.

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.

The man needed mental help! Keyne had always prided himself for his own arrogance, yet he would never behave so recklessly in the presence of a man like Evilasius. He would have shown proper respect. On the other hand, Zayn had a death wish. Keyne was certain that Evilasius would not kill Zayn too quickly. Given his personality, he would tournament using the most brutal and agonizing methods. Death was scary enough, but even worse was not being able to when one wished to!