Game Murder In The Dark Novels & Stories

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

"He’s a good man, Dark. He’s a mess, but he’s not a murderer!" "He left her to bleed out on the asphalt while I sat in the backseat, screaming for her to wake up," Dark hissed, his eyes flashing with a sudden, violent fire. He grabbed her arms, his grip bruising. "I spent fifteen years looking for him. And when I found him, I realized that killing him was too easy. I wanted him to feel what I felt. I wanted him to lose the only thing he had left." "Me," she breathed. "You," Dark confirmed, his face inches from hers. "I was going to break you. I was going to use you until you were a shell of a woman, and then I was going to send you back to him so he could watch you wither."

“Who should we kill first? I'm getting really impatient. Or should we wait for Raven to come handle Nora by himself?“ “No! I thought our agreement was that we'll take both the Miller and Waxson money and run far away from here. And I'm certainly not running-off without tasting the Waxson money… and that means we have to kill Nora ourselves.“ Darkie pointed his gun to Nora. “Goodbye, Nora. My regards to your father in hell.“ Then… pew, pew. Alvin gasped in shock. Somebody had just been shot—but that person wasn't Nora. It was Darkie! Venom had a blank look on his face as Darkie joined Priscilla on the ground, his blood forming a mini pond. The two rogue soldiers and the masked guys who had hi

“You like games, I see.” The person says and then fires his weapon. The sound of the gun going off shakes my entire core and I fall to ground. “Give me the phone, Quincy. This time, no one can save you from my wrath.” He says. ............... It’s dark, why is it so dark? I think my eyes are closed. I open my eyes and I can hear a ringing in my ears, it’s torture. I look around the room and everything goes blurry and then clear again. What’s happening?

Total darkness. A single gunshot rang out.

a small greeting came from the little maid who was so frightened every time Mike returned. "No need to feed me. I've already eaten," Mike said, walking away without even looking at the waiter. "Yes, sir." Mike climbed the stairs to the main room area. In a black room with a large mirror showing the installation of Paris, Mike took off his shoes and walked towards the window. How does it feel to be dead but not be able to die? That's how Mike felt. The murder he committed so that he could be caught and then killed, but what happened until this moment was that none of the security forces managed to catch him.

She was haunted by only one thing, why her father killed his secretary and ran away. His mother who knew that his father was a murderer but still did not accept it in front of him even though his mother had evidence. He was sitting on the sidewalk reminiscing about the day he found out that his mother had the evidence. Flashback : One day, he sat in his mother's room, engaged in a lengthy conversation with her. As his mother withdrew some money from the cupboard, a surprising event unfolded. A plastic package unexpectedly dropped to the floor, revealing its contents: a gun and a letter. The gun had been wrapped carefully in a handkerchief. Reacting swiftly, he promptly rose from his seat, as

"Let me do the honors." Nodding Reggie handed the weapon over to Summer. As she took the gun from Reggie's hand Summer could see nothing but images of Asher being beaten and tortured. Not even batting an eyelash she pulled the trigger allowing a bullet to fly and connect directly between the mans eyes sending him flying backwards in his chair and landing back first on the ground. Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him.

"He needs our help." Harlow couldn't help but notice the harshness within her own mother's eyes. They were dark, and it was obvious how she felt about Michael; the hate radiated off her in thunderous waves crashing against the shore. "Harlow, he's a murderer." "He's my Mate." Micheal deserved everything he got in this moment, he was a murderer, and Harlow couldn't deny that, but did that mean that she and her mother had to become one also. To let someone die because of spit because he was evil?

This wall would soon be coloured in scarlet red. “Told you not too easy to dodge your husband, buttercup. Now count till three and I will make your anxiety go away,” He guffawed, sinfully. He was a psychopath who was getting excited to stab his wife to death. I closed my eyes when the knife flew towards my way and a mind-blocking pain registered in my sensory system, this time I gasped for the last time. I was really going to die now. I looked down, the blood was storming out of the large cut. My breath got heavy and short. All the happy moments rushed back in my mind, reminding me the person I thought I would spend my forever with finally ended up stabbing me in my stomach.