Murder! 소설 & 이야기

Blaze coaxed. " Murder....he...is a murderer.... We need to go to the cops." She repeated stuttering and facepalmed herself. She was so frightened that her body was covered in sweat. Blaze didn't say anything when she mentioned about cops. Was her gullible side a reality or she acts so well? He thought. When Ana peeped her head through the door, Blaze who was standing on the opposite side of the patio saw her witnessing the murder.

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

"You'll find a gun there, find the right time to take and use it." "Okay," I said through my fading voice. "He might go have fun shooting birds before wanting to kill you there, he loves to do that... if he does, it should be good enough time to possess the gun. And whatever you do, do your best to appear helpless in front of him." "Okay," I nodded again. "What are the codes?" He asked me, pulling right out of the distraction of watching his Adam's apple go up and down as he talked. "Uhm... R-H-X-6?" I surprised myself by getting it correct.

He accused, "How can you act like you're fine after you killed her? She was pregnant. We were about to be a family of three, but you ruined it all, you murderer!" He repeated the same accusation in a hoarse voice like he was in a trance, attracting the attention of a few policemen. Horrified, Marie tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late. Clifford walked past her with the urn and walked into the police department. "Cliff, please don't! I'm scared. I didn't do it on purpose. If you turn us both in, you'll ruin our future!" She jogged over to Clifford, took his arm, and begged him.

My hands shake slightly as I unfold it, smoothing out the creases. The headline hits me like a freight train, bold black letters that seem to pulse with their own dark energy: "MAN MURDERED BY TEEN IN LATE-NIGHT ATTACK — AUTHORITIES SUSPECT SELF-DEFENSE"

I surged forward. “Wait! Wait—no, don’t do anything stupid!” I shouted, grabbing at his arm. “Just think! You don’t know what happened yet! We have to figure this out before—” Jonas jerked away like my touch had burned him. “Don’t touch me!” he snapped, face flushed with disgust. “You’re a murderer. Don’t think we didn’t always suspect something off about you.” “I’m not—” But it was too late. His thumb pressed the green call button. “911, there’s been a murder,” he said clearly, voice steely.

The metal door clanged shut behind me, the sound ringing in my ears. “Murder. She fucking killed someone,” he spat. I stopped breathing. The word hung in the air like a gunshot. Killed someone? Wait…what?

“You really believe in that man, don’t you? That’s adorable. But let me break it to you...right now the cops and the feds are combing through town looking for him. Do you know why?” I shook my head slowly, my chest tightening. “Why?” Murphy’s smile stretched wider. “Because apparently your precious Myles murdered the mayor and his wife.” My heart dropped. “That’s a lie!” I shouted. “Myles would never do that. Never!” Murphy shrugged, pretending to look innocent.

Mumring something that wasn't clear I sat down opposite lost in my worry and my stare completely in him At the moment something flashed through my mind Did he just said someone kill his mother ,I'm my memories I saw a lifeless busy ,stab to dearth as well Could I have been a murder, Did I kill his mum at the moment I was shivering I couldn't My heart racing heard like they were going to popped out if my chest m I sat down grabbing my chest in pain 'What have I done ,what have I done' , the only thought and word that could coke out of my mouth

“How did I hide it from you? When I brought her to the hospital, I called you and said our mom was sick. When the surgery failed, I told you that even if she were my mother-in-law and my mom, I had no right to provide an affidavit of non-prosecution. Laura, we’re married. What’s wrong with calling my mother-in-law Mom?” I stared at her in disbelief and continued, “Or did you think the patient was my mother, which was why you… I thought we were husband and wife, one and the same. I never thought that you would actually try to kill my mother… Laura, this isn’t a surgical accident. This is murder.”