Murder! Novels & Stories

she replied. "What?" Frank asked, confused. "The poison that stupid animal gave you is the same he gave his parents and brother!" She yelled out. Frank's mind froze for a second. "Frank, are you there? Are you listening to what I am saying?" She yelled at him. "No, Dad didn't die of..." he tried to remember but he was having difficulty talking. "Find almond milk now, and we will talk about how that murderer murdered his twin!" She yelled at him. Frank got up, his hands shaking.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

"It's a fact that she set Luna up! Why is there even a need to check the surveillance? Lock her up in the closet, and she's not allowed any food or water! I want her to pay for this a thousand times over!" … The memory of that fateful day flashed across my eyes until Trent's scream suddenly dragged me back to my senses. Trent came running out, his eyes wide with horror. "Mrs. Rummish… No, I mean Kelly… Kelly's dead! It's horrible! She died so horribly!"

He begged Nikolas. Nikolas looked at the physician head to toe with absolute venom. “Every murder doesn't have to be done with a knife or a gun,”It can be done by hiding the truth too. The pity of the situation is, murderers like you roam free breaking the law. And the people who lost their kith and kin because of you won't even have an idea about it. Mafia is far better than you. We carry the board ‘danger’ wherever we go so that people around us are with caution.

“Hope that can of Coke isn’t the serial killer, ‘cause you’re squeezin’ it half to death.” I glance down at my tightened knuckles, realizing the metal's crumpling in my grip and I release my clenched fists. I force a weak chuckle, tossing the mangled can aside. “What’s up?” Her smirk fades and she lets out a sigh, as she drops a coin in the vending machine. “There’s been another murder...” My brows shoot up. “Another? Where?” “Under Parkston Bridge. Brutal, this one. It's even worse than the others.”

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

I pressed the button again, retracting the ropes as I disappeared into the shadows, slipping on a wig and a yellow jacket to blend into the crowd. --- News Report: “Breaking news: Business tycoon Mr. Philip was brutally murdered last night. In a shocking twist, the assailant removed his eyes. Police are investigating the motive behind this gruesome act, as the killer remains at large...” The voice fades into the background as the screen darkens.

The air grew heavy, and he breathed with the weight of an ancient secret about to awaken. Detective Muhammad turned his eyes toward Sheikh Shams al-Duhur, his voice trembling with a faint tremor: Muhammad: Malik... Malik is a murderer who commands evil spirits to kill the innocent. The police cannot arrest him... Shams al-Duhur slowly raised his hand, and Muhammad's voice fell silent, as if an unseen force had sealed his lips. A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence:

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

That man was none other than Q. But what really made my blood run cold was the fact that I had been targeted years in advance, all in preparation for the murder of a woman later on. The problem was, I didn't know Q at all. "What's in the diary?" Amber asked, her eyes fixed on my pale face. "Nothing much. Someone named Q came up, but I'm not sure if it's the same man who coerced Isla." "Could he have coerced Kaylee as well?" I shook my head. "No. He's spent years manipulating her into becoming a murderer."