Bart The Murderer Novels & Stories

“In the recording, she was laughing. She said you’d helped evil thrive, and that you deserved the same fate as the rest; that you should never be able to recover for the rest of your life. “So, the real pumpkin-headed figure, the man over six-foot-three, was Chuck. “For money, Chuck had not only agreed to play along but had even gotten his own brother killed. Lily and Chuck have both been arrested.” Marcus looked at me, a quiet sense of relief in his eyes. “Sophie Sullivan, you’re free to go.” I stared at him, unable to find the words. Victoria let out a long breath beside me. The day I walked out of the detention center, the sunlight was blinding, almost painful.

Kate waited patiently for Harry's return from France. His consistent letters filled with many pending promises never made Kate doubt his love for her. She didn't mind the years that passed her by and eventually becoming a spinster. Soon the letters stopped coming, Harry also stopped replying to any of Kate's letters and it looked like he'd totally vanished from the face of the earth. Until one fateful day, news about Harry's death reached the household and all of Kate's dreams and aspirations were also dead that very day. Now passed the age of receiving young and eligible suitors, Kate became a lonely wallflower residing in a corner of the Monterrey mansion, receiving everyone's pity and

“Yes, given the circumstances, we cannot charge you with murder, Mr. Barrington. Consider yourself lucky.” I closed my eyes momentarily. Maybe my birthday wouldn’t be such a disaster after all.

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

But she and Kitt used to be friends before, until they met me and the three of us became friends. "Kitt, Is there any news on the murder case of a woman last week? Who's working on it?" I asked Kitt. "Oh, Mike is the lead Detective assigned to that case. But until now there is no evidence yet to point to the culprit," answered Kitt, who didn't even bother to look at me because she was busy fiddling with her computer. That one is hardworking.

He questioned in disbelief. "Yeah, you heard the gentleman correctly, Murphy. He said you're under arrest. What else do you want him to say?" Jacob retorted. "It was an emergency. I'm sorry I have no idea what you're talking about here gentlemen. I didn't commit any crime please." "Hold your peace Murphy. You killed the boss." "No, I didn't do it." "Then who else could it be? You brewed his last coffee and it was discovered that he died after drinking from the same coffee which you served him. How do you explain that?"

Arthur said. "What do you mean we're over? Of course, I am still your legal wife, I never signed anything,” “That doesn’t matter, I did it for you,” Arthur said. “I met your wife not long ago, she is your type, beautiful, and… very rich, but does she know that her husband is just a murderer who uses others to pay for his mistakes?” “Shut up Sarah! You don’t even have any evidence to say I am a murderer,” Arthur said.

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me

“No way you’re just some girl with a sad story. Where’s the one who melted steel in my hand? Where’s that creature?” My lips parted, but no words came. “I know she’s in there.” His breath brushed my ear, low and lethal. “So either you start talking, or I test how deep I can cut before you stop breathing.” The knife shifted, steel cold, the edge biting against my skin. “What exactly do you want to know?” He didn't reply. I tsked. I tried to push against him once more but that was useless. I let out a shaky breath. “The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.”

Sebastian nodded slightly and said, "Yeah. I guessed which country you were from based on your features. That's not what I want to know. Who told you to come, and what are you supposed to do here?" Jamie was about to speak when Bart suddenly roared, "Shut up! Have you forgotten the rules!" Sebastian looked down at Bart and plunged the knife into his neck without hesitating. Bart's eyes bulged in disbelief, and he stared fixedly at Sebastian. How could Sebastian kill him in front of so many people here in Dramon? Bart's eyes were filled with regret, defiance, and fear. "Now, no one will disturb us. Continue." Sebastian sounded extremely calm. He didn't show any nervousness despite having just