Motive Bleeder Novels & Stories

“Right now, you are not being accused of wrongdoing. Let’s make that clear.” Hindi ko namalayang bahagya akong nakahinga roon. “But,” dagdag niya agad, “because your name appears repeatedly in the context of the incidents, your statements matter.” Tumango ako. “Especially because the sequence of events ties directly to the alleged motive narrative.” Napakunot noo ako. “Motive narrative?” “Yes.” Pinagkrus niya 'yung mga daliri niya sa ibabaw ng mesa. “The defense may attempt to frame Kelley’s actions as emotionally destabilized behavior triggered by interpersonal conflict, disciplinary pressure, and social isolation.”

I heard Bruce’s phone ring in the front seat as we were pulling onto the interstate. “Hello?” he said, pausing as the other person spoke. I was unable to hear what was being said on the other end of the call, but I strained to catch any bit of information I could. “So it seems as though they’ve found out about the blackmailing that’d been going on for years,” Bruce said. Another long pause as the person on the other end explained something; Bruce subconsciously nodded his head as the other person spoke. “So they’re saying that Blaine blackmailing Michael is the motive? Even if that was the case, they can’t hold him on motive alone,” Bruce said, sounding frustrated.

Before concluding my testimony, Prosecutor Chen asked me to provide my assessment of Rose Miller and Victoria Sterling's motivations and the likelihood that they would continue criminal activities if not prosecuted successfully. "Rose Miller is motivated by revenge and the belief that other people are responsible for her professional failures. Victoria Sterling is motivated by jealousy and the belief that she deserves things that other people have earned. Neither of them has shown remorse for the harm they've caused, and both of them would continue targeting innocent people if given the opportunity." As I left the federal courthouse after completing my testimony, I understood that my coopera

The study's windows cracked, spiderweb under the weight of the trackers' claws. "The bloodline is correct; why did it resist her?" Vivienne gasped, clutching her bruised ribs as she observed the scene. "There’s a missing catalyst. Something blocks the transmission!" "The ledger!" Maya yelled, ignoring the stinging hand as she dropped the saber. She dove under the desk, clawing at the lower right drawer until she felt the latch click open. She grabbed Julian’s leather-bound journal, flipping through the yellowed pages, smearing her blood on the text.

Leila says, walking over to his desk. Kelvin doesn’t reply but he pulls out a marker board from under his couch and puts it on a stand. “Right now, we need to counter the three things they’ll use against us. Motive, evidence and witness.” He draws two lines to separate the board into three halves, labelling the first column as motive, second as evidence and the third as witness. He taps on motive and points to Leila with the marker. “Mom had no motive to kill dad, she loved him more than she even loved me.”

I asked Rheagar, leaning my head back against the couch and raising my brow at him. “It was easy,” he answered, He cleared his throat and straightened his shirt. “I searched the internet, and there he was. I met him and paid him some money to do the job.” I shifted my posture, raising my chin. “Are you sure he won’t demand more money later?” Rheagar scoffed, rolling back in his office chair. “If he does, then I’ll leak his location to the police. Man’s wanted in five states. He won’t dare.”

"You see too much, Nia." "That's why you hired me," I shot back, chin lifting, hazel eyes boring into obsidian. "The leak. You ordered it." He didn't flinch. Instead, he closed the distance, porcelain hand capturing my wrist—not crushing, but inescapable, thumb tracing my pulse like a cartographer. Heat flared, traitorous, against my skin. Up close, his scarred jaw tightened, half-smirk curling. "Regulators needed motivation. Delays cost billions. A controlled bleed forces their hand. Clean. Efficient."

This is the last thing which should have happened at this time. "I killed my wife and child..." Xavier looked at Ace with Broken state. "No you didn't... It was an accident..." Ace tried to assure him. "I killed them and I don't have a right to live anymore... I want to meet them, I have to apologize..." He said taking out his gun. "I am going to meet my Sarah..." He placed the barrel of gun on his head and Ace looked at him horrified. "I don't deserve to live..." Ace held his hand at the same time and thankfully bullet hit the ceiling instead of his head.

' she paused to sob, 'but it could have been inflicted by someone else holding the gun. Dave intervened. 'It’s ridiculous, Sid. No disrespect, but one needs a motive to shoot someone. Your parents had no money, nor were they screwing round the neighbourhood, so presumably it wasn’t jealousy. Where is the motive?' Dave may as well have hit me with a hammer. I was speechless and baffled and disappointed enough to cry. My newest friend had killed the father of my best friend, and maybe her mother too. I immediately reached that conclusion, because I knew the motive! I looked at Sid. I waited until her eyes met mine. She couldn’t look at me. She was in on it.

Here on the other side, Rudra who just now finished his work locked his office in hospital and checked everything once before leaving the building and instructed the guard to look after everything and if any emergency arises, inform him immediately. He moved to the parking area to his favourite black Jaguar, and before he could sit in his car he notices a certain blue porche 911 standing there in all her glory.... He was not at all surprised in the first place to find out the car so late there in the garage... But when his gaze went down to its tyre.. he was sure that sakshi went alone... And it didn't take him time to know that she was alone and not travelling in any vehicle... As the parti