Bruce Wayne Murderer Novels & Stories

Most of her hair had turned gray, and her eyes looked hollow. The prosecutor charged her with intentional homicide. The evidence was overwhelming. Her lawyer argued that she only intended to teach me a lesson, and she didn't mean to kill anyone. It was a case of mistaken target. The prosecutor stood up and spoke firmly. "She intended to kill an innocent child. That constitutes intentional homicide. A mistaken target does not change the nature of the crime. Moreover, the child she killed was her own son." There were gasps in the courtroom. Esther lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled.

Natasha This was extremely wild. “You knew Bear would get murdered by Gregor?” I asked calmly. “Bear was an accomplice who never felt sincere regret for what he did. That's why he was my bait,” Bruce explained. “Bait?” I asked. “Yes,” Bruce replied confidently. “Gregor was caught in the act for Bear's murder. He will now face justice for all he has done.” I took a step back from Bruce. I could feel a knot in my stomach.

“When we found him, he was dead.” Daniel cut me off. “In his own home. Murdered. “Time of death was around four yesterday afternoon. Before your company even left for the escape room. “The weapon was an axe. “And on the doorknob of his apartment, we recovered a fingerprint.” Daniel lifted a fingerprint comparison report. The red markings made my eyes ache. “After analysis, that fingerprint… belongs to you.”

However, Luthor ignored her and continued pounding Bryan's face with no restraint. “I said stop it! Please, brother Luthor!” This time Rose yelled out more desperate She pleaded not because Bryan deserved mercy—but because she didn’t want Luthor to become a murderer. She knew Bryan’s background wasn’t simple, and if Luthor killed him, the consequences would be catastrophic.

What a strange one she is. "Bruce," said Wayne. Wayne was Bruce's best friend. He wears glasses and have curly black hair with black eyes. He was a skinny man with a hearty appetite. Bruce was still looking at Bella. "Bruce?" questioned Wayne. He was finishing the banana in his hand. "Huh?" asked Bruce. "Who are you staring at?" "No one." "Oh." Wayne look in the direction Bruce was staring at and saw a beautiful woman. "Are you looking at that woman with the cute ass?"

Going was wrong. "What?" Crystal stopped and turned. "I just think-Oh my God!" A man wearing a ski mask stepped out from behind a SUV, gun in hand, and pointed it at Crystal. Another aimed a gun at Doug, who sputtered, his face going red. "Give me your money and your phone," the first man said. He nodded at her. "You too." Andrea swallowed. A mugging. That's all this was. She shouldn't be relieved. After all, Bruce Wayne's parents died during a mugging.

She said without waiting hesitation. " Shit. I'm so sorry lary."He said, sadness permeating his voice.. "Don't stress it buttercup, huh? " "It's just that she was so young. She was murdered. Mutilated. It was like whoever did this had a grudge against her body. She even had a grin carved onto her face. I won't be able to ever watch the Joker without being reminded of her. " Her voice was so thick and raw with emotions. "So, there's no suspect for now, yes? "Marley asked.

Two hours back when they heard the commotion Val thought it’s Jack who came to save her but she saw a stranger with a gun in his hand. “Who are you?” asked Mark protecting Val behind him. “So you are the son of the murderer of my father” said Bruce rubbing his beard with the gun. “Bruce Thompson?” said Mark. “It looks like your father told you how wicked he is to kill my father” said Bruce in anger. He pointed his gun at Mark and Val held Mark’s shirt from behind. “No!! don’t kill him. He is innocent” said Val stepping forward with her hand on her tummy.

Anthony was a father. It was the third time he was receiving the unappreciated news of the murder. The killer was torturing the victims before slitting their necks. Zain still couldn't find the weapon and the next clue. The only thing he found an identical clue was the chemicals. The serial killer was maybe some kind of worker at any company or maybe he was a... " Do we have any painters in our town?” Zain asked furrowing in confusion.

Olivia ended up coughing out blood as tears rained down her face. "Bitch! How dare you!" Bruce growled and took up his gun. "I hate you and him…I sold him to be fucked by those ugly old women and men…I made sure he turned into a monster who killed and used women…his mom was pure…he wanted his son to be pure…hahaha," Bruce laughed as he walked around Olivia. Revenge tasted so sweet. His enemy was at his feet, suffering. "But her son turned out to be a monster who fucked women…a mad man," he made sure Pedro was mentally ill.