Cute Murderer Novels & Stories

If they had wanted to kill Eugene, he wouldn't have woken up in bed with a headache this afternoon. The blonde killer Valentine, still with his hand on Eugene's waist, extended his other hand to a nearby display. There was a long, round column that almost reached the ceiling, and various lollipops were densely inserted into it. The long, well-shaped white fingers slowly wandered over the densely packed lollipops. It was just a simple movement, tracing from top to bottom, but it was as elegant as playing a musical instrument. After briefly feeling over the candies, his fingers suddenly stopped at one point. The blonde killer pulled out the candy from where his fingers had stopped and held it

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

“You think I want a friend who… who… does the shit you do? Maybe I wouldn’t use the tone if you weren’t so into weird shit!” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the guards watching, their expressions filled with confusion, like they didn’t know if they should step in or pretend they couldn’t hear us. Cassie let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. “You should be fucking grateful I ever wanted to be your friend!” she shot back. “You fucking murdered a guard... you’re a fucking murderer!” I recoiled slightly at that. “Oh, the audacity,” I snapped, my voice dropping lower now. “I’d rather be a fucking murderer than be into the shit you’re into. Now I see why no normal person want

“I killed her…” “No, no, I’m not a killer. I’m a good girl. A good girl?” “Yes. A good, good girl.” “Hehe…I killed her…I killed her. I’m a murderer! I killed her!” “Sniff, sniff…she’s not going to let me go…”

The feeling of revenge is something out of this world, a feeling worth enjoying. * * * * ( News report) Mr. Peter's was brutally murdered by an assassin and as usual,his eyes were removed.. We believe the assassin is a female because she always leaves a crying female doll on the crime scene..The police are trying to get to the root of this matter.... Voice gradually fades... Anita's POV I sat on the couch watching some action movies when Anna entered the house. The door requires password to open, that's why she was able to enter the house without ringing the door bell.

Handsome, firm, authoritative, and manly. Wait, what demon possessed Cylo? How could he praise this cruel mafia boss? No, no, no. Cylo must have lost his mind. No matter how handsome Jeff was, he was still a cruel and dangerous mafia boss. And he was also super perverted. So Cylo had to remain cautious. Jeff stopped laughing after he was satisfied teasing this cute hitman. “By the way, you must be hungry?” he asked because he knew that this cute man had just been attacked by the Blood mafia a while ago.

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

or perhaps not. They are deeply stunned by how the murderer playfully tosses tricks on them, they are certain that the fugitive is in his 30s or 40s. It's excessively ridiculous to assume that a young lady would do the killing. As for the detectives, the cases were strange and fascinating at the same time, indeed the culprit reveals how flexible he can be.

Marcus said coldly. “That’s impossible!” I shot to my feet. “My phone was with me the whole time!” Marcus closed his notebook, then shifted the direction of his questioning. “William’s son was later returned home safely. He said a woman wearing a pumpkin mask took him out for candy and played with him all afternoon.” A flicker of hope rose in my chest. This proved there was someone else—the real killer behind the mask. “The boy was shaken, but he remembered one very important detail,” Marcus continued slowly.