'Kill this Love' Story Sneak Peak

We all commit to love

That makes you cry, oh-oh

We're all making love

That kills you inside, yeah

We must kill this love

Yeah, it's sad but true

Gotta kill this love

Before it kills you too

Kill this love

Yeah, it's sad but true

Gotta kill this love

Prologue --

Darkness shrouds the woods the girl walked in, her white dress flowing graciously behind her as she explored the world she wasn't allowed to enter without someone by her side.

However, this time she explored the world by herself; no one by her side.

She was vulnerable to the demons that her parents had so desperately tried to protect her from, and yet she was so unaware of it.

Pursing her lips, she walked the step hill on the diagonal with determination, knowing this route so well she could walk it with her eyes closed. She smiled to herself, knowing that in a few minutes she was going to be face to face with the boy who had stolen her heart, just as she had stolen his.

The boy who held her so delicately in his hands.

This was their plan; run away together. Run away from the world which said they couldn't be together. Run from the wolves which snapped at their ankles – forbidding them from holding hands as they ran.

Their forbidden romance was to thrive after they had made it out of the woods. They were to be together and nothing could stop them. Nobody could get in their way this time.

She knew the consequences of her actions; with every step she took away from her castle in the forest – the castle which kept her locked in a tower all night and day – she knew the consequences as she walked away.

She would never be able to return; for if she did, she will receive the punishment of death.

She was the heir to the throne, and leaving meant that she had betrayed her family; betrayed her kingdom. Betraying her family meant that she was betraying the throne, a crime punishable by nothing short of death.

She smiled regardless of the consequences that were presented to her.

She smiled regardless of the possible ending to her romance which lay ahead.

She smiled, focused solely on the boy who held her heart with one hand, completely oblivious to the knife he held in the other hand.

Leaves falling and crunching bench the soles of her black, laced up combat boots she stole from her mother, she continued on. The hem of her dress was a muddy brown, staining the once cream white a dirty colour which was irreversible. Her hair was knotted, falling freely in loose ringlets of dark brown curls as she walked through the darkness - yet that didn't bother her too much, knowing what lie ahead.

She approached the edge of the road, looking around slyly before standing straight on the asphalt. She stood there silently, listening to the rushing of the small creek less than a mile away, listening to the stillness of the forest as the fog on the road clouded her judgement of oncoming traffic. She waited. Waited patiently for her beloved to come get her.

She knew he would come. She didn't need the reassurance, although she found herself releasing a doubtful sigh when the familiar circle of headlights reflected off the clouds forming in the valley on the road. She watched as the light patterns jumped and whirled in the forming fog, the cloud rising and then falling once more leaving an eery pattern in the air.

That pattern didn't bother her then. She didn't care for the warning signs which should have been so obvious back then.

She ran towards the boy who opened his door, getting out of the car in the cold and facing her with a gleaming smile.

She recalled, in that exact moment as she ran to him, how she had meet him; under the moonlight at a school function not a year prior. She had remembered him catching her eye from across the field as she and her few friends laughed and danced outside the formal room, their dresses floating around them as if they were magic. She remembered the charming smile he gave her from across the field as he stood with his friend, not interested in their banter as he stared her down as if she was just another snack which he could eat.

She didn't see that though.

She saw him as the knight in shining armour, the boy who would take her away into the night and love her so righteously. She thought he was the boy in those romance novels who would love her endlessly, take her away from her family – people which will haunt her like ghosts till the day she died – and hold her to his chest whilst the world burnt around them.

She was his prey, caught in his clutches, not trying to get away and instead surrendering herself to the wolf who so graciously disguised himself as a puppy.

Noticing the way his eyes shimmered with a different kind of emotion today, she ran into his arms totally unaware of the true intent of that emotion. Totally unaware of the sins he was willing to commit to become the Crowned King.

He would do anything for power.

Anything.

This thing - the thing he was about to do however, would cause her ghost to haunt him for the rest of his life. The single action he was about to commit to would let him suffer eternally.

Wrapping her fragile-like arms around his shoulders in a loving and warm manner – one which would haunt him for the rest of his life – she smiled brightly. That smile - the one worth a billion dollars to him - would cause him to have nightmares for this and the next twenty of his lifetimes to come.

"Azrael, you came!" She exclaims happily, making him smile a somewhat sad smile as he pulls away softly from her intoxicating smell, knowing if he didn't do this now it wouldn't ever be done and he would have failed.

Making sure to look in her eyes one last time – her emerald green eyes staring into his own making him want to just kiss her – he gave her the most convincing smile he could as he drew a dagger from the strap on his thigh and plummeted the silver knife into the area just below her left set of ribs. Watching her look down at her right arm, which came from his body and to her own to touch the sharp blade that stuck from her liver like a stick from a branch, only to look back at him with her emerald eyes shining bright regardless of the lack of light – it made him want to fall to his knees and save her. It made him want to say 'fuck this' and run away with her. It made him not want to be the bad guy in every story.

He held her, held her so tightly despite her falling arms, that as he heled the bittersweet dagger in her abdomen, he wanted to scream. He wanted to cry to the Gods, asking why he had to be the bad guy in this world. He wanted to beg for mercy – beg to let him go and be happy. Let him live in a world where her death wasn't the answer.

Azrael watched her eyes, noticing her eyes tear up as she looked at him with no emotions present in the stone-cold orbs. She looked at him with nothing – there was nothing here as her mouth fell open and a lone tear trailed down her cheek as she maintained eye contact. He swallowed the lump in his throat, knowing that despite this being what he was destined to do, it wouldn't make the pain in his heart go away or dull.

He held onto her, one hand holding her steady as she fell against him completely – their eye contact ceasing as she collapsed against his once warm and lively body, the body that held her with such confidence when she cried, the body that was now cold. Gasping for air in a soft, airy choke he looked down at his other hand which held the crimson-soaked dagger which did this to her.

He kept the tears in his own eyes from falling as he crouched down with her falling body, laying her back gently against the pavement and kneeling over her feverously bleeding abdomen. He twisted the knife around in his hand, hearing another small cry and her body jerk, knowing that this must be done no matter the emotional price he shall pay for it.

Her head touched the asphalt, flesh scrapping from his knuckles as they made contact with the rocks and stones as he lay her down gently – as if she were just a flower that had been cut off from its vines.

"Az-z," she didn't finish his full name, instead calling out to him softly by using his nickname. He choked down a sob, looking at her. "W-why?"

She watched his movements hazily, hating herself, but hating him even more.

"I-I'm sor-ry." Azrael stutters out, his lips pulling together tightly, looking into her sparkling emerald eyes as they flickered open and then closed before repeating the cycle.

She watched as the boy who had looked like he was going to help her – the boy who she thought loved her unconditionally – stood from her bleeding body. Through the haze noted as her vision, she watched him stand, and wipe under his eyes before he turned his back on her and walked away disappearing from her sight completely in no more than five steps.

"A-Azrael." She cried out, calling for him to return to her only to choke on her own blood that formed at the back of her throat. It was only then had it registered to her – what had happened.

He had left her.

He took the knife and plunged it into her heart.

He took off his mask and had shown her his true form – nothing but a wolf wearing a sheep's clothing.

She felt nothing no more. She felt nothing as she lay there on the asphalt, the greys of the fog turning and rolling over each other before turning into complete darkness as the headlights of the car she used to ride in almost daily with who she thought was the love of her life, turned and drove away from the scene. All essence of her emotions gone and contained within a sliver of her heart – the heart which once had held enough love for all but now only had enough love for one.

One person who would never be able to hold her heart again.

He left her. She felt nothing of compassion as he left her. He felt everything as he left her.

She was left on the road – like some animal. She felt nothing but anger and hate. She felt nothing but vengeance and despise. She felt nothing but the emotions that would fuel her fires. She felt nothing that would hinder her abilities.

From that day on, from that second, as she lay on the cool asphalt as she bleed out from the blade of the boy who had sworn, he'd clear the path of thorns for her, she swore she would claim her revenge.

She knew what she had to do for no man would ever dare break her heart again.

No man would wish to play with her again.

So, with one tear streaming down her temple having fallen from the side of her eye, she tore the necklace of gold and a single ruby the boy had given her for her birthday from her neck and held it in her palm.

Holding that blood red ruby necklace between her crimson-stained fingers, she spoke words only she could hear.

She spoke words, swearing on the once precious gem, which she was to keep.

She spoke words which only shell know, but promised to the world, that once she was through with him – once she had broken him as much as he had broken her that day – the world would never find the body of the first, and only, boy who she had allowed to break her heart.

INFORMATION:

What Genre will this be?

A: This will be Romance/Enemies to Lovers/Assassin/Mafia-Gang related stuff. Put everything you desire under that trope into a list, and it'll probably be there.

What type of Female MC will this have?

A: I can assure you that this female MC will be apologitically herself. She is the definition of selfish, bad and a bitch in my head at the moment, however character development is a thing and she isnt a thing on paper yet. She is just in my head. (And my besties, she helped me with this idea). My idea is that the female mc is a renound assassin, however there is not finalisation yet.

When will this story be uploaded?

A: When I have time. I wish to finish Lucifer's Love and TKM Editing before I begin this story. This story will most likely take alot of time to update as well, hence I am willing to finish the story privately.

QUESTIONS: PLEASE ASK QUESTIONS AND I WILL REPLY OR UPLOAD THEM HERE BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO ASK/ANSWER!

Honestly let me know your thoughts with this one. I really like the ideas that I am getting but am not entirely sure about it.

WHAT ARE SOME FEMALE BADASS/COOL/ASSASSIN LIKE NAMES?

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Rose xox