Bruce Wayne Murderer Novels & Stories

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

He said, itching the side of his head with his fingers. Bruce rolled his eyes, he knew it right from the beginning that his wife could not do such a thing. "And you kept calling my wife a murderer. You should get some beating, to be honest," "What? So you guys thought I was the one who killed my late mother in law?" Stacy gasped. "No I didn't," Bruce waved his hand in the air then pointed at Doc Miles. "He did. He was the one who said so. He did but I didn't believe him because I had always known that you are clean and had no hand in it,"

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.

“ See? We cannot tell the reasons for love. We humans do not need to be adults to know who we love, but you werewolves need to be adults to find your mates. Bruce, I do not think you love me, otherwise, you would not have raped me against my will. You always tell me that you can only make me your slave, but if you really love me, you will not stand making me your slave only. For you, I am just your belonging. From childhood, you thought I belonged to you, so you can not endure my belonging to others. That is all you think.” Bruce stands up and retreats, saying, “ No... You are wrong... No...” I stand by and watch coldly all the way. After Bruce leaves, Alger walks to me. “ So, we may get som

Bruce was second in line, his brother Conrad, was supposed to be dad’s Beta. Bruce and Conrad had been out on patrol one early morning when they got a mind-link that rogues had breached the northern border. By the time my grandfather, dad and our warriors got there, Conrad was dead. Bruce was holding his brother’s dead body in his arms, crying. The area looked like a fight had happened and Bruce had injuries that were slowly healing. He was covered in blood that we assumed was rogue blood mixed with his and Conrad’s since he was holding his bloody body. No one ever questioned his story. I mean why would they, Conrad was his brother. What if Bruce arranged to have his brother killed for the B

He embodied that certain kind of innate evil that would goad other children to jump off buildings or lure children under ten to their homes and kill them. In fact, the way Bruce was ready to murder Charlie without him bending his mind more than proved that he was rotten to the core and beyond redemption.

"What are you acting tough for? No matter how skilled you are, can you beat a gun? Bruce, if you don't want to die, behave yourself. Otherwise—" He never finished the threat. Bruce had already charged straight at him. He was fearless and reckless. Victor's mind blanked for a moment. Bruce was even crazier than the rumors suggested. If he killed Bruce, his plan would fall apart. But if he didn't, without hostages, he had no way to control him. 'Kill. Kill. Kill.' If he hesitated any longer, he would be the one finished. Then a gunshot rang out.

Bruce glanced at my outstretched hands before his lips curled up into a mocking smile and said, "Don't be delusional! She's mine!" I didn't dare to provoke him further for fear that he would do something dangerous to Rylee in her already precarious state, so I forced myself to calm down and said, "Fine. No matter who she belongs to, have you given her the antidote? You don't want her to die either, right?" Bruce chuckled eerily, then looked into my eyes and said, "How would you know if I wanted her dead or not? She betrayed me! Anyone who betrays me should die!"

“The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.” I didn't bother to mention the other mysterious wolf as I don't know who that person was. And his scent was none that I had ever smell. If my memory served me right, it smelled of leather…and citrus. His eyes flickered just a flash of emption, before he stepped back, knife lowering but not gone. “You know them,” I whispered. “I’m related to one,” he said flatly. I adjusted my position to sit properly, running a hand along the sore line on my throat.

“My father spent months in the lab researching the cure to treat your legs. Don’t you have a conscience?!” Violet then shielded Henry. “It’s not as if Henry killed your father! Why are you yelling at him?!” When I saw the murderer standing in front of me, looking all innocent, I slapped her. In the next second, the security guards rushed in to pin me to the floor. The moment Henry saw the bruise on Violet’s face, his gaze turned cold. “Don’t hold back,” he ordered the security guards, and they immediately started slapping me rapidly on the face.