킬러 の小説・ストーリー

Giovanni said, his tone cold. "Zen, just do it," Kimberly urged. "You don’t love her, right? And honestly, her death will clear up a lot of the obstacles in our plans." Zen. Aleah’s mind raced as she stared at him. Could he really hurt her? She knew he didn’t love her, but surely he’d respect the time they had spent together—or at least hesitate. Then again, she’d seen him shoot the other man earlier, without a second thought. Maybe he was capable of doing the same to her. After all, Hunter was known as the Cold Demon Alpha, and his ruthless actions today proved he earned that title.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

he apologizes trying to pacify my mood but it is already sour enough. “No need. Keep your information to yourself. I don't need it and thanks for wasting my time” I say and walk towards the door with, a hunter by my side. “I can give you the key to Killian's failure if you want. She is a female. A well-known assassin in the pack. Does all of Killian's dirty jobs. An omega, olive skin, blue eyes, long black hair and a sharp mouth. Heard she was dating one of the men who got killed” he says making us halt.

“What happened, Eleanor?” “Alpha Killian is going to reject me, that is what happened…”

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

"Killing you!" Next.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a second before hesitantly looking up. And there he was. Kane Shawn. Leaning against her booth like he belonged there, staring at her with that ridiculously gorgeous face. His hoodie was still up, casting a shadow over his sharp features, but those eyes—light blue, glowing under the dim lights—locked onto her like she was the only thing in the room. Kill. Me. Now. "I—I—" she started, still rubbing her head, her brain scrambling for something normal to say. "You okay?" he asked, his voice dipping with concern as he made a move to come around the counter.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

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These men that moved to start their own chapter in Kanla are the most sort out killers in the fucking world. Killer alone has eight thousand confirmed kills. Spade is the best in close combat, while Knight is our long-distance shooter, he can make pretty damn any shot. Zero is our all-round man, and best tracker we've got, he aces every fucking aspect of a perfect killer. Too bad the fucker wants to waste it mooning over Beggar leaving him and not finding her. It'll make my job much simpler if Zero got off his fuckin' ass and helped but Prez's orders were to leave the brother alone.