Bart The Murderer Novels & Stories

IT ALL STARTED IN ROME, 2010 He walked among the dead bodies in the park, his eyes searching every single familiar face. “Sir, we need to leave,” Nicholas said as he followed him, but Victor Kade raised a hand to stop him from getting close. He saw his very close friend and squatted next to him, watching his body. His body had been brutally cut, and his left hand was severed; it was the sign of the Zachary belt whenever they attacked. Victor felt a tear run down his face. Brown had died in his place.

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”

He asked again "We want to know the truth , tell us who the killer is " Mauvie suddenly step up "Who's this kid? Oi kid go watch some barbie and get ou…." he didn't get to finish his sentence when Mauvie gave him a slap , a sound slap at that before stepping back. I'm shocked and also impressed . "Now tell us all you know about the killer are you the killer? Do you know the killer? Start talking!!" Yvonne yelled

On the day my uncle, Steve Chapman, showed signs of heart failure, my mother, Irina Cress, drugged my father, Sean Chapman, and placed him on the surgery table. His heart was taken by force and transplanted into Steve, which extended Steve’s life for an additional 10 years. I left home after that incident and studied hard. I eventually earned admission to a medical research university because I ranked first in my class. After 10 years, I developed an artificial heart and became a sought‑after expert in the medical field. Many people came to me and hoped to be placed on the list for an artificial heart. My assistant, Lewis Henderson, handed me the latest list of applicants. Steve’s name ap

“As if losing me was painful for him. Who was he kidding? I am positive that he disliked me just as much as I disliked him. He was simply embarrassed by the rejection.” Filling her lungs with air, she continued. “It was as if Bart was obsessed with revenge. He openly searched for you and made no secret about wanting to kill you. We spent many years hopping into the past in an effort to throw them off your trail.” She heaved a sigh, “It almost worked, but for Lance’s love and desire to have you. I am of the opinion that he did not take Bart’s threats against your life seriously because he searched long and hard for you to the point that he depleted his shine completely.”

Bart suggested. My eyes gleamed after hearing Bart's suggestion. "How hard is it to catch Norris' assassins?" I inquired so that I would have some pointers that could help me create a perfect plan against this ambitious man. Bart was shaking his head. "Honestly, it's very difficult, Alpha. He doesn't execute the deed himself. He has plenty of assassins to do his dirty work. Until now, your father and his men have failed to catch any live assassins. If they manage to catch one, they end up dead before they can be interrogated, as if they are designed to just die or trained to die once caught. We don't know how it works, but those assassins will die miraculously before they can confess who the

"It's you, Johnson?" "That's right. It's me." Just when Fawkes and Johnson looked at each other, Bart abruptly turned around. He saw the gun that was pointing at him. "Mister Fawkes!" Bart's nerves caught up to him right then. He thought if he did his best, Fawkes would spare his life even if he could not kill Wilbur. He also thought he would get something rewarding in return. However, he saw what was happening and was immediately infuriated. He knew what Fawkes was up to. No matter how much he did for Fawkes, he was nothing but a chess piece to him.

"Mr Powell I told you to stay in there until our backup arrive, what are you doing out here?" "I want to know if this lunatic was the one that murdered my daughter!" Powell replied sternly and squats in front of Dark Blood. He scrolled through his pictures and clicked on her daughter photo and showed him the phone screen, "Take a close look at her, she's in the grave now because a heartless beast like you must have murdered her. Was it really you who did it?" Dark Blood slowly glances up at the phone in front of him and he smirks. "She doesn't look like my taste, if she was my taste I bet I would have been the one to murder her cold-bloodedly.

He read through the message and announced, "The wedding accessories company. They are on the way." "That's lovely," she said and got up. They dressed up and walked to the parlor for lunch while waiting for the delivery. At The Auxiliary Armory PLC Laura was in the guard room and crying her heart out while everyone was pacifying Barbara. Shortly after George left, Cpl Barton arrived and was surprised that Barbara was the victim. "Oh, my God! Who would have done this to her?" He looked at the security guards and asked. "It is her colleague," one of them answered him.

Bella stared at me in horror, like she was looking at a ghost that had clawed its way out of the grave. I walked toward her, my eyes empty of everything but a burning fire. "I told you not to touch her. Now, it's your turn." I raised my foot and slammed it into her knee. "Ah!" Bella shrieked, tumbling down the altar steps. The expensive Luna Tiara clattered to the ground, shattering. "Bella!" Ethan roared, lunging to help her, but my next words froze him in place. "Is this your chosen Luna? A manipulative murderer who'd do anything for power?"