Booktok Murderer Novels & Stories

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

She asked "I'm damm serious blood here let me show you" I said as I brought out my phone to show them the pictures I took . "So do you think the man is the killer we are searching for?" I asked . "Yes he could me " Yvonne replied "But hold on a minute. If he is the killer that means he sucks his victim dry, he wouldn't find the need to store blood" mum reasoned aloud "True…." Yvonne said. "So I suggest we capture him and question him" I suggested

"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.

Refusing to tell us who picked her up, nothing. We spent the next year searching and trying to put her father away for the attempted murder of Aria Elaine Baker. He kept telling us it wasn’t attempted. That he had killed that bitch, his words breaking me more and more every day. My wolf and I in denial, we would feel it surely if our mate was gone. I never touched another woman. I couldn’t. It felt wrong. It took a year but with video evidence Asher and Aria’s father got life in prison for the murder of Aria Baker. The jury threw the book at him. They believed she was dead. But I didn't.

Anastasia said. They all took a seat once again. "Could it be...the killer took the book so we cant decipher the sign that he/she is giving us?" The prince said. "Ofcourse its the culprit who took the book...but how did he/she knows that we have something like that?" Anastasia asked in confusion. As far as she remember, the only ones who know about it was the three of them, Mister Charles and Miss Louise. "Maybe the murderer was keeping at eye on us...or in me. Maybe he/she already knew that you're helping me. Maybe he/she was already aware on how far have we done for now. The culprit is watching our every move...." Alice said.

I was the only one who is prone in being jailed because of being accused as the killer. Anyway, I hid the butcher knife in the only place where I knew none of the police and even the self-proclaimed legendary Detective Noel Hummingbird would find out. In the most actual fact, even two of my friends whom who were with me right now, were not even informed of where I placed that murder weapon. But just to be clear, I clipped it inside a book, an atlantis book to be specific, that was placed in the highest level of a book cabinet on the left wall of the classroom. Of course, as dumb as he was, the detective would never imagine that there would be a hidden clue in that spot. (Well, that is if the

“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

Everybody in the room was shocked, and the media crews started taking pictures of the incident. “Excuse me,” Ike said, totally surprised. “You heard me right, give me back my husband, you murderer. You killed him because he was exposing you for the devil you are, and now you want to bribe me with this money. I can’t be bought, and I couldn’t rest until you see you behind bars, you monster,” Bukky replied. “This man here is a ritualist and a murderer. He killed my husband, and I want the whole world to know what kind of person he is. He hides behind doing good for the poor and helping people to cover his true identity. He is a monster, he killed my husband, and I am going to prove it,'' she t

She ran her fingers along the spines, feeling calmer already. She settled herself into his desk chair, tucking her feet underneath herself. She figured grabbing a book might help her sleep or at least distract herself. It was then that she noticed a familiar leather book poking out from the center drawer. Silently, she slid the drawer open. It was the book her grandmother had given her weeks ago. A page was tabbed. Curious, she flipped to the page and her eyes widened in horror at the entry. Ava Brochade m. Smith, 1963-still living. Residence previously unknown. Whiteridge, house in Estates neighborhood. Over 100 known kills. (most of which were known to be unauthorized.)