Bart The Murderer Novels & Stories

“What kind of options are these?!” Angelo stared at Raval and pointed his finger at Bart. Then the two left the room and Bart turned around and watched them leave while looking at them Kiara saw a gun hanging from Bart's belt from behind Kiara shivered from the sight of the gun.. Is he a killer?! Is he going to kill her and get rid of her now?! "Good " Bart started talking. "I would like to say that I am sorry that you mixed up the situation with this injury and I would very much like to release you and let you go!"

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

He always carries it with him. Slowly realization dawned upon her. Her hands started to tremble. She understood everything. The murderer was from inside the castle. Always been inside. Always been one of them. Her own blood. Her brother. ‘How could he kill him? His own father?’, she looked imploring at Argus. Tears were streaking silently down her eyes, upon her cheeks onto her lap. Her face was contorted with pain. The death of her father and the betrayal of her brother was too much to handle for her.

Suddenly, a hoarse, ghostly voice rang out, making everyone silent: "Wait. This isn't the werewolf your commander wants to find. The werewolf actually you're looking for isn't dead yet." Azura was startled to hear him speak. She leaned over to see who it was and was actually quite shocked, her face stiffening when she realized it was Barton. Not only was he not caught by the police, but he also arrogantly stood in front of the police with a fearless attitude. In the end, how is this? Barton remains outlawed when he does evil and despicable things to her and the children. Azura could see the bewilderment in the eyes of those around her. At this point, the group's leader inquired suspiciously,

And the person responsible was still out there. After days of interrogation the confession came without hesitation. “I did it.” The interrogation room fell into a stunned silence as Jacob sat across from the officers, his hands cuffed, his expression calm—too calm for a man admitting to murder. There was no trembling, no attempt to retract his words. Just certainty. His name was Jacob , a construction worker with no prior record, no visible connection to Ethan Cross—at least, none that had surfaced before. But the evidence spoke for him. CCTV footage placed him at the center of it all. The cameras had captured every calculated movement: Jacob behind the bar, pouring the red wine, his hand st

Except for politicians, those were all bad. Rhychard told the lady behind the counter he was there to see Officers Rochester or Burke, and she told him to have a seat and someone would be right with him. "Right with him" obviously meant when they felt like it, because a half hour passed before Officer Rochester entered the lobby. Rhychard had to stand slowly as his ass cheeks had started to numb up from being in the same position for so long. Famallumi remained silent the whole time, which suited the Warrior as he had enough on his mind to sift through without people wanting to put the elf in a psych ward. "Mr. Bartlett, if you're here about your brother's roommate's murder. I'm sorry to say

“I want to catch the sonofabitch who took your daughter, but I want to get the right guy.” Mr. Barrett wrapped his arms around himself, leaning slightly forward so that his posture began to mimic that of his wife. His face became a collection of tics and twitches, as if he were about to undergo a change, a metamorphosis. When he spoke, his voice was hushed and choked. “Hank Bukhari is the right guy.” Hammett stood and walked around his desk. He hesitated but then placed a hand lightly on Mr. Barrett’s shoulder. He almost expected the man to jerk away, or even throw a punch, but instead he stood still and silent, allowing the contact.

Det. Marvin Sullivan kept on working the murder cases of Salazar Simmons and Rodney Muller. He kept coming back to the crime scene, hoping to see something they missed the first few times. But no matter how hard he tried to look, he still came up with nothing. No clue about who the killer is. Marvin is following Bartholomew Carter's video blogs. He kept wondering how Barth is getting that information. Sometimes, he even has details that the police don't have. Like the names of those supposed victims of Simmons and Muller. He kept wondering how he got those names.

2019, March 24th "You were going to let her shoot me?!" James asked, shocked. "It would have been a tranq dart," Bart shrugged. "And that makes it okay?!" "Better than shooting the soon to be crown prince, who had more resources at his disposal," Bart reasoned. "Unbelievable," James replied, turning to CC. "And you were just going to let him have me shot?!" "Limited options," CC grimaced. "Em is an excellent shot. If she had shot you, you would've been fine," said Johnny. "Or maybe not, I don't know. Could've been the perfect murder. You know, didn't mean to shoot you ten times kinda thing."

"Damian, wait. Don't do this—" "Surrender yourself, or they die." He blurted again. "Alright, fine. I'll surrender. Just don't hurt them." I begged for their lives. "No ! Don't come near here. He'll kill you." Bart warned again, obviously getting on Damian's nerves. Soon we heard a struggle, and then seconds later, there was a gunshot. "Bart? Bart! Bart!" I called out, but there was no response. All we could hear was Theresa's loud screaming, which probably indicated that Bart had been killed.