Murder! Novels & Stories

I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart. Someone used something to hit my hand and when I fired, it did not get Rarf in the head but in his stomach. This will not be able to take him out but I have to solve the situation behind me first. It was Inizio it has to be. I connected my elbow with his face making me hold his face, yelling out in pain. I will make him suffer, he has no right to die.

“You’ve got that look. Like somebody who’s lived through hell and crawled out the other side just to flip it off.” I let out a shaky breath. If only she knew how close to the truth that was. “Dante told me, by the way,” Zara whispered, adjusting her crooked glasses. “He said you were killed. He told me everything after lots of questipns. Im sorry. For what happened to you.” I forced a small smile. “You don’t need to be sorry,” I murmured. My fingers picked at the edge of the blanket, chain rattling softly. “You didn’t do it.”

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

The engine roared to life, and they drove off speedily. His phone buzzed. A notification appeared on his screen. “MR. CLEGG, A FAMOUS POLITICIAN MURDERED HIS DAUGHTER IN COLD BLOOD…” Kade smiled, a cold and sweet satisfaction curled through him.

“Wendy, you owe Kara and her father an apology!” Wendy let out a sigh and shook her head. “Mom, just go home with me. I didn’t leave any fingerprints, and there’s no surveillance here. We can still be a happy mother and daughter pair, just like before. Isn’t that good?” Mom slapped her across the face. She clutched her chest and gasped, “Be the mother of a murderer like you? You killed my husband and my daughter. You’re a monster!” Wendy’s expression darkened. A violent edge rose in her eyes. “You stupid woman. I played along with you, and it’s still not enough? Then go to hell and join your husband and daughter!”

“When we found him, he was dead.” Daniel cut me off. “In his own home. Murdered. “Time of death was around four yesterday afternoon. Before your company even left for the escape room. “The weapon was an axe. “And on the doorknob of his apartment, we recovered a fingerprint.” Daniel lifted a fingerprint comparison report. The red markings made my eyes ache. “After analysis, that fingerprint… belongs to you.”

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

"They're saying it was the same killer because of the similar methods. There weren't any real clues left at the scene, too." Rita's face had gone pale. "This is seriously messed up. Two of our classmates have died, one after another. She turned to look at me. "Jeremiah, are you okay? You look awful." I forced a smile. "I'm fine. Just a little scared." But inside, my feelings were a tangled mess. Sure, I was scared, but under the fear, there was this strange rush of pleasure. Fred was dead. The guy who'd laughed at me… was dead. And the way he died—his mouth torn into a grotesque smile—was just like the smirk he wore when he was watching my humiliation.

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."

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