Cute Murderer Novels & Stories

Is that clear? The ugly man nodded and then he said,” This sod,” then he glanced at Jane and repeated,” The murderer whom Inspector Loft had brought in for questioning has not spoken a single word and we could not find any kind of identification on him as well. But if you leave me with him till evening then I am going to make him sing like a canary and have him tell anything that you want.” The disgust that Jane felt towards this man was quickly turning into hatred.

Mom has always taught me to be nice with people,she said to always kill people with kindness, and that's what I'm going to do with Aryan, if he's rude and arrogant I'll surely kill him with all my kindness Talking about him,I don't know what reply should I give to Fatima,I know she explain to me the reason she wanted me to make her brother fall for me,but can I do it? That's the question. Do I love him? "No you don't"Sweetie said Yes you did"Dearie said No you don't, just when do you two know each other?" Sweetie reason Yeah you are right this time around Sweetie,a round of applause for you,oh sorry Dearie,Sweetie wins you this time

A murderer. Jed laughed. No, he wasn’t a murderer. He was a youngish, fucked up, average guy. If anything, his worst crime was being a cliché, not a killer. He’d seen enough movies to know that murderers lurked in the dark, sharpening their knives; they danced in the moonlight wearing their mother’s clothes and made lampshades from the skins of their victims. He was just Jed. History wouldn’t remember him—he wasn’t some future horror icon.

at least that's how I should feel. "You becoming pretty doesn't change the fact that you are a murderer, don't think for one second that you being beautiful will change that. You're a horrible person, don't pretend that you're happy to see me, if you were you would have hugged me the moment you saw me." I shook my head in short of words.

Uno looked like he was infuriated, “And who’s responsible for that? Jane Dunn, no matter how low I am, I will never be as low as a cruel heartless murderer like you!” The edges of Jane’s lips twitched but she did not retort… Did Uno not know whether she was a murderer?

Jenna said seriously. What? Was it really murder? Aunt Lee was shocked by Jenna's words, and she asked with a trembling tone, "Who was the one who murdered Minister Murphy? He had never offended anyone. I might be wrong about other things, but I have stayed in your house for years. I know very well that Minister Murphy had a good personality, and he had never done anything illegal. It is impossible that he offended someone. Who is so cruel to even want him dead?"

All the things he told me made sense. — He's coming for you, the killer. — How do you know? — Because that's what I would do. — How could you have done that if you've never seen me? A crooked smile formed on his lips. Who said I've never seen you? Do you know who the murderer is? — Maybe. Wolves disguise themselves as sheep, pretty one. Be smart, or you'll end up being eaten. It's all a game to me. If you keep this up, you'll be dead before I finish this book.

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

“He’s my brother.” I was doubtful. How could I believe this murderer? “Lucian would never murder anyone,” I repeated. He steped closer, his expression becoming more pitiful and darker, “He’s a vixen. He hides his teeth.” Outside, the banging raged on, “Break the door open!” I heard Madam Diana order. Finally. I backed away, “You’re a murderer. You killed this innocent man.” “He was touching you. He was fuckin what’s mine!” He growled again. This time, as if he were saying the fact.

"You actually claimed your cousin's fiancée was your wife. Isn't that pathetic? Why do you hate Leon so much?" That was the final straw. I slammed both hands onto the table so hard the loud bang echoed through the room. "That's a lie!" I snapped, glaring directly into his eyes. "I never killed anyone, and Nyelle is my wife." The detective let out a sarcastic chuckle before grabbing his phone. "Really?" he asked. "Then explain this." He turned the screen toward me. It was a video of Leon standing in front of dozens of reporters, tears streaming down his face as he begged the public for help. "My fiancée, Nyelle, had an accident," Leon cried dramatically. "Vincent took her away before I could