Muder Novels & Stories

You never cared about anyone else. "It's how you should be in the mafia!" He responded, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on me, "It's either you or no one!" "Well, now you have no one to get you out of this." I smirked, taking out my dagger from my hostler since I was still dressed up from that party, "I'm gonna take over the Russian Mafia, after I kill you." "You won't dare to kill me," he rolled his eyes, "I'm your father and you're my daughter!" He shouted which made me laugh darkly, "Sean was your son and Michael was my best friend—you didn't hesitate before shooting them, you bloody asshole!"

They both walked out. “Is Marissa your girlfriend?” The question came from nowhere. “What?” He got slightly agitated. “I don’t know. I’m just asking.” She dropped a big chunk of the donut in her mouth and shrugged. “No.” He simply replied. There was silence between them after that. They reached the corner of her street. There was almost no one on the road. The building was a 2-minute walk only when a man on a motorbike rode rashly towards them and tried snatching her bag. Damen tried to push him away but instead, the man pushed Penelope and quickly went away. Her ankle twisted, she lost her balance and crumpled on the sidewalk.

The boy had falsely alleged that he wanted to kill his wife and Baby. "Sir we have found the boy and he has spilled the truth too. He has told that this work was asked by your friend Aisha to do it", On hearing this, Smaran turns straight to Aisha with a surprised look.

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

He screamed as Hunter plunged the dagger into his ass and yanked it out before thrusting it back inside, the blade ripped his insides and blood oozed out while he screamed in agony. The disturbing sight was satisfying for Silvia as she watched the whole ordeal. Not even blinking once. Hunter wasn't satisfied though. He turned Armando around and slashed his torso. The cut wasn't too deep to kill him but enough to cause him pain as he wheezed. Blood and saliva dripped from his lips. "You won't be needing this," Hunter said sinisterly like a deranged man, and the next moment he cut off Armando's manhood as the flesh lay limply on the floor and he screamed in horror grabbing her crotch in disbel

“Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. and Mrs. Juilliard. You’re dismissed.” Watching the couple had left the office, Cohen relaxed on his chair, earning suspicious attention from the Commander. The Alpha skimmed through the lists of the kills made by Mira herself once more. All the victims were connected to at least one serious charge, especially murder and slavery. Slavery and murder were still two common cases in the supernatural world. But, there had been a steep decline in slavery cases.

He wouldn't stop at me interfering, so I just stand there flinching. As every whip hits his back. A tear falling down my eyes seeing his condition. "I am a murderer! I killed her....I killed my Thora...I killed her." He continues his madness , untill he literally staggers. Having lost too much blood. Swaying, unable to stand. I move forward to help...to be only stopped by his hand. As he leans back on the wall. Breathing heavily. "No... please...no...I deserve it..." "I...killed her...."

She clicked the top blog post and started to read. TWO PEOPLE FOUND DEAD AT SEATTLE’S BEST’S PARKING LOT: On the evening of February 16th, two people were found dead by Seattle’s Best’s employee Jenny Sparks. The bodies were identified as Fred Rocco and Nelson Rocco, the owners of Rocco Brothers. The bruises and cuts found in the bodies proved that the brothers were tortured before their throats were slashed. The murder weapon, which was found in Fred Rocco’s pockets, had multiple fingerprints. Two of them were from the brothers themselves, while the other two were from Vivien and Roger Warren.

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

Now she was craving the awful man's attention and doting care as she fell into a restless sleep. Muntaha on the other hand has started inflicting pain on his first victim who happened to be a spy that the president if Country Z tried to plant into his gang commonly know as the Devil's incarnate. He wore a heavy spiked metal hand gauntlet and let blow after blow rain on the poor man's exposed chest and Abdomen. Each time the spike came into contact with the man's flesh, it would leave a bleeding hole as a chunck of flesh was uprooted.