Murder By Choice Novels & Stories

Lena’s POV I’m standing there, gun in my hand. Shaking as the metal slicks against my palm. Mom. Marco. Mom. Marco. Back and forth. Back and forth. I can’t. God, I can’t choose. Kill one to save the other? That’s not a choice. That’s damnation. I turn to Dante. My voice breaks. “I can’t— I can’t possibly choose one.” His face doesn’t change. “Then I will.”

Mom knelt in the living room and begged me through her tears to get gastric sleeve surgery. I lay in bed, struggling to breathe. "I won't go." I did not want to die from an infection after surgery as I had in my previous life. I closed my eyes in despair. If I were to die anyway, I wanted to choose how it happened. That evening, I wrote a suicide note and took a taxi alone to the outskirts of town. There was a wide, deep river running beneath a bridge there. I stood at the edge in a daze. God, if you gave me another life, why did you let it end the same way?

Still, she remained silent—like she’d lost her voice. Mia grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her close, her expression twitching, psychotic. Her young face twisted into something demonic. “I’m giving you a chance, don’t you see? A chance to live. You should be grateful. It’s just barking—won’t kill you, won’t cost you anything. Refuse, and you’ll die a horrible, horrible death. Still not reconsidering?” Candice slowly raised her eyes. She looked at her and finally spoke. “Murder is a crime. If you kill me, you’ll die for it. Is it worth it?”

This was the first time in all these years that I saw Mom lay a hand on him. Realizing things had reached a point of no return, Felix let out a maniacal laugh before turning to look at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "I'm vicious? I must've gotten it from you. I'm a murderer? Weren't you the one who called all the doctors into my ward that day, stopping him from getting the emergency surgery he needed? If not for you, how could I have killed him so easily?" Felix's words stabbed into Mom's heart like a steel blade. Her body froze as if all her past mistakes were wrapping around her soul, engulfing her in guilt. That long-buried remorse quietly crept into her heart and consumed her.

It's just too much for a person to handle, let's not forget while she's going on with the rites, she might get tired of it, and then she can choose to commit suicide straight away. "Stace do you know your husband's last words... No you don't, well according to the police, Mike was facing the assassin and some people saw him through their house window, Your husband said something like 'don't hurt Lilian, please don't hurt Stace' so do you know what that means?!!" Aunty Betty screamed her voice laced with anger, my mom is just too stubborn. "Why would you draw a triangle as the head of an human being?" I asked Jane and she looked up immediately, giving me those 'You've got to be kidding me' lo

I knew the turmoil raging inside him. He feared that my death would be tied to him, and he dreaded the possibility that the woman he had trusted so deeply—Michelle—might truly be a murderer. The officer patted him on the shoulder and spoke bluntly, "Murders caused by jealousy happen every year. “The root cause is always the same—someone fails to make a firm choice, wavering between two people. In the end, that indecision destroys everyone." The forest fire had amplified the news of my death, drawing public attention to the unfolding murder investigation.

Daniel said, his composure finally shattering completely, desperation bleeding into every word. "Why should I be any different?" "Because you have a choice right now," I said carefully, watching his hand shake around the small device. "Everyone else made their choices out of grief or desperation or misguided loyalty. You're standing here, clear-eyed, deciding whether to add mass murder to everything else you've already done." Something flickered behind his eyes, hesitation warring with the cornered desperation driving him toward violence. Through the warehouse's open door, I could see shadows moving carefully into position, Ramirez's team clearly aware of the danger now unfolding.

Clarice scanned the faces of the kidnapped victims, feeling the excruciating pain and worry their families are suffering right now. “Stay here and watch them. This is your reward for punishing the bad guys. You saved the victims, and you must be proud of yourself. I will finish the rest!” Demetria said and left the room. Clarice continues to stare at the victims' faces, no longer questioning her life’s choices. She has already made the choice tonight by killing three criminals without mercy. She became a murderer for a good cause! When Demetria returned to the room, Clarice was ready to embrace everything.

Drew asked as he decided to go against my wishes and sit next to me, "I was thinking about the poor people behind us and what would happen to them if those cops decided to start shooting, and better yet what would have happened to us if those cops started shooting," I explained rolling my eyes at Drew's stupidity. Drew sighed before nodding his head, "I can see why you went with Tony, but why did you take the knife for me?" Drew asked "I mean, come on, you knew who I was and you knew what I had done to you, so why? Why did you take the knife for me?" Drew asked, I sighed and pondered the thought before looking back at Drew,

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t