Bart The Murderer Novels & Stories

“Mr. Deogracia, you see—” “Hush, I don’t need excuses, Mathew.” The old man flicked his finger. One of his men strode and grab Natasha. “D—daddy!” Natasha screamed. “P—please, not my daughter!” Panic seize him, knowing what the old man is capable of. “Don’t worry, I am not going to hurt her unless you tell me where is my beautiful, Anna.” Lorenzo Deogracia cooed. Mathew felt lost. How can he tell him that Anna was no longer here and now he was being squeeze in between of two dangerous people. One is a murderer, and the other was a tyrant, who immense more power and authority across the world.

Arthur said as he was staring intently at the monitor where the CCTV footage is playing. "Yeah, he might be the lookout of that two men," Nicholas speculated as he was trying to understand what Arthur was trying to say. Arthur shook his head. "No, I also think about that a while ago but as I watch the CCTV footage again I figure out that the man outside is the one who shoots the two men inside the convenience store. The man shoot them at the same time Balthazar pulled out his gun to make it as if it was Balthazar who killed those men but the truth is it was the man outside."

It was as if I were watching everything outside of my body. It wasn’t really happening to me, it was an episode on one of the police shows, and I was just a casted character. Last night, when we found those articles, there was s till a chance that Barrett was just a sicko who liked murder stories. But those earrings. They were the straw that broke the camel's back. The last nail in the coffin. The final blow. The final breaking point…however you wanted to put it. It was the proof that Barrett was worse than I ever thought he was.

The shrink laughed, “Oh, you have a good sense of humor, Barbara. Unfortunately, it looks like you and I will be in each other’s lives for quite a while. So, let’s get started. Your uncle mentioned that you'd done a few things you weren’t proud of. Let’s dissect that.” “There’s nothing to dissect, Doc. It’s simple, really,” Barbara flicked a hand dismissively, “Uh, let’s see… so, I found out my almost-fiancé was cheating on me with my best friend, Mariana, and I killed him.” The doctor’s face paled, but Barbie didn’t even notice.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

My voice was steady as I continued, "But before that, I have something I need to show you." Leon looked up, his gaze locking onto me. He still wore that mask of devastating grief, but I noticed his fingers twitch and curl inward. Sophie shrieked, "What's left to see? The evidence is right there! You're the killer!" I ignored her completely. Instead, I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and opened a file. "Officers, my husband asked me to deliver medicine to Grandma yesterday. But before I went to her house, I took that bottle to a pharmacy and then straight to a hospital."

“You stopped being my husband each time you forced me to compromise, and when you indirectly killed our pup.” Barnett’s loving expression turned into sadness. “I know you hate me for what happened to our pup, but I’ve avenged him!” Then, he pulled out a package from behind him and opened it. “Look! I got this for you!?” Curious, I took a glance and was shocked to the bone. It was a pup’s body. “What have you done?” Barnett smiled. “This is Carol’s bastard! I killed him to avenge our pup!”

“The law can’t judge you. If the death broadcast lets you live, we’ll go over and kill you!” “F*ck you! I’m 30 years old and still single. Not only did you f*cking kill so many people, you also want to play with more people and men? We have to kill you!” However, under Rainier’s encouragement, Barnett suddenly became much more clear-headed. Crack! The bolt was pulled out. Creak! The animal trap was opened, and the barbs on it also hooked onto Barzel’s flesh and pulled it down. “Ah! Ah –”

With her creepy husband who's currently looking at me like he's won the jackpot. The realization makes panic crawl up my spine and his grip suddenly tightens. "Where were you, Barbara?" "Out." I whisper and he scoffs. "Out? Since when do you go... Out?" His eyes sweep over my dress and zeroes in on my breasts and his lip curls. "Dressed like a whore?"

“With all honesty chief superintendent, I can’t say for sure who killed my husband, he had many friends and no enemies, I don’t know who decided to have him murdered in such a gruesome way” “Yes I can attest to the fact that your husband was a very friendly person, but you know he was a business person, and you don’t know the toes you might have stepped on in the course of doing business, do you know of any dispute between him and any business man here in England or abroad?” Baldwin asked. “No I don’t” she replied. “I don’t know of any dispute between my husband and anyone, my husband was a very gentle man he can’t hurt a fly“she said.