Bruce Wayne Murderer Novels & Stories

I tap my finger lightly on the keyboard as I read. “Jasmine?” He used my first name again. I shouldn’t love it so much. “I’m here, just trying to figure out what you mean.” “Every bug I’ve dropped he’s destroyed within minutes. This isn’t an ordinary target.” “Okay. I see he has a propensity to disappear without a trace. Questionable comings and goings. Possible murders in which the victims may have been shot at close range after death. “So, how were they actually killed?”

He had been questioned by the police for the whole day and had yet to say anything. Bruce remained unbothered, since he was not afraid of death. With his line of work, he had long been prepared to take the bullet once he was caught. After all, Bruce and his men had each killed a number of people. What was the big deal about admitting to murder? In the worst-case scenario, they would just die! It was not a big deal to them. Even the police had headaches dealing with these kinds of criminals. They were also unable to extract any relevant information from their mouths.

“Fool you? Harvey York chuckled before glaring at Douglas Higgs as if he were a clown. “Even your subordinates are screaming at him, saying he’s the murderer. “Why are you still pretending then?! “Let me tell you something… “This is the man who killed your brother. You can compare his face and stature with the surveillance footage you have. “You can also check for his fingerprints from the remaining Rainstorm Needles. “You can even compare the scars of your dear brother with the needles. “Since you’re all talented people, it shouldn’t be hard to do all that, right? “In any case, I’ve already brought your brother’s killer along with evidence here… “I did everything I could at this point. “Eve

he shook his head, "there's more to it. You aren't telling me. Don't you trust me?" "No, I trust you—" I groaned, sighing, "—okay fine, listen. He didn't only kill Michael. He killed his sister, his brother, his parents, literally his whole family and I feel like it is my fault. If he wasn't friends with me then none of this would've happened." I paused, thinking of my dead friend and my father. A wave of hatred hit me making me grit my teeth in anger, "killing Michael wasn't enough for that bastard so he killed his entire family." I looked up at Ares to find him listening to what I was saying. I bit my lip as I continued, "my brother, Sean and Micheal were very close. When Sean learnt about

I took a deep breath, slightly scared of the destructive potential buried in Stacy. Bruce’s mysterious disappearance was announced the same time as John’s, my father’s long-time friend who had killed him and my brother. “What of John?” I asked, She took a deep breath, pacifying her weeping, “When I met John, he had his own skeletons in his cupboard and I was delighted to be meeting you after victory over your father and brother,” “He wasn’t supposed to kill you,” “But he got carried away, and that was when I had to act,” “Burning him with the pent house,”

It scared her to a great extent. "Jasper took over the mafia empire. He didn't use a single gun in the three good years of his reign. He killed people, but with a hammer. Ruthlessly and mercilessly... But after that, there was something good left in him, he used to repent it by punishing himself. He hurt himself so badly after every murder that he couldn't even walk for two good days. His ruthlessness made him suffer as well," Lucian confessed.

“Poor Mother, she's now in a vegetative state and stuck on her bed, but the real murderer is going to go off scot-free because of lacking evidence…” Tears started falling from Heather's eyes as she said this. “Is there no other way? Poor Mother…” Charles narrowed his eyes when he heard this. He scoffed and said, “How can there be no other way?” Since he could not punish Joshua through prosecution, he would use other means! Charles had heard that a new gangster named Luke Jones, who was notorious for his crimes, had recently arrived in Merchant City.

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

"I thought you wanted me gone, you asked me to leave. So why are you here?" He grinned. "You fucking pushed me into doing so, I wasn't thinking straight when I said all those things" he explained. But to hell with his explanations, I still haven't forgotten. He killed Bruce. Anger swelled up in me, just at that reminder. He killed Bruce. My friend. Bruce had a mother, I'm sure that poor old lady would be suffering the worst sessions of depression with the sudden disappearance of her only child. That's just the thing with these Mafia people. They're always selfish, all of them! They don't care about anyone other than themselves.

"Just you two. Dr. Chen and Webb are witnesses. They'll tell the world how the great William Ashcroft and his social-climbing wife died at the hands of the brother he betrayed. My redemption story." He raised his gun, aiming at William's chest. And Marcus Webb, professional killer who worked for money not madness, made his choice. He pivoted smoothly and fired a single shot. Not at any of Rachel's team, not at William or Lucy—but Brad.