Murder! Novels & Stories

I took three steps back which created space between us. I was hesitant at first. “Yes. Yes I am.” The next thing I felt was a cold hand on my back. The strange man had driven a dagger into my chest. My eyes bulged out in terror and confusion. He professionally pulled the dagger out as he walked away. I stood there with my hands pressed against my chest. No one noticed. My leg gave up as I fell. My cheek slammed against the cold concrete. It was cold, too cold. I could no longer tell if I was dead or alive.

“When he was pronounced dead, his finger tips were black and his tongue was shrunken.” Rio smiles. “It’s Adax. It’s a lethal drug, found only on the black market.” Rio says. “I am sorry to be the one to say this, but Jack was definitely murdered.” Even though I expected, I couldn’t control the chills that runs through my body as I grip my dad’s arm for strength. Someone killed Jack. “You don’t seem shocked, Mr. Park.” Rio notices. “You expected it to be murder?”

“911, what’s your emergency?” I raked my hand through my hair, as I tried to breathe but only thin threads of air entered my lungs. “There’s been a murder.” The hair on my skin rose as I felt like I should’ve walked away.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV However, I don't operate in that manner. Stealing is punishable by death, murder is punishable by death, and reporting is punishable by, you guessed it, death. I grinned wickedly. I turned away from the man, laughing bitterly. "I would murder you even if you simply annoyed the hell out of me," I said.

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

“Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I heard the voice again that irritated my head for a moment and I suddenly remembered what happened last night. The murder that I witnessed. The killer is exactly the same as me. The scene played in my head like a movie. How the other “me” killed a man inside his own house under the full moon on a silent and cold night. I shook my head because I knew it wasn’t real but my heart beat fast and I got nervous when I saw mud on the floor; The mud or should I say footsteps only going to my bed. I immediately check the footsteps because it is weird that it has footsteps going in but not going out.

By sultana Chapter 9 Matilda POV "I did it ,I killed him," she kept shouting she did it,now am confused if she really did it,Mr Derek smirk "who are you covering for? The murder must be someone important for you to risk your life for him" "Believe me I did it,"she kept chanting "Let say you killed him,how did you do it? where did you stab him?how many times did you stab him?" "in the chest two times I think" she replied "two times you think,not stab,this is getting interesting,now am wondering who the murder might be" Mr Derek said

Terrified by the old woman's dead body, and the gruesome way she had died, Everyone began hampering, screaming and running Helter skelter. " Someone has been murdered. Call the police! " " You've killed her. You are a Murderer. Get her arrested! " Ciara felt the bone shattering stares, and could also hear their accusations. Murderer? Police? It all frightened her to death. Her body instantly grew trembling cold. No! She didn't kill anyone. It was an accident. " Murderer! " " N-no! I didn't kill anyone. " " Get her arrested! Call the police. "

Behind them stood five more, all pacing and agitated. It was the biggest news story of the day. Not only had an internationally-acclaimed vocalist been murdered, right during his debut performance, right in Carnegie Hall—not only had he been murdered in a suspicious way, but things had managed to get even worse. When the police followed up on the only lead they had, when they had visited her apartment, four policemen were killed. To say that things had escalated was to put it mildly.

Eddie dropped everything when he heard the news of my death and rushed back, leaving his unfinished business trip behind. When he got home, our parents were sitting on the couch, their faces heavy with pain. Lily was beside them. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her nose tinged with pink. "Eddie, you’re finally back. Emily was murdered! "The killer hasn’t been caught yet. Emily had a habit of offending people. Could this be because of—" Suddenly, my dad’s voice broke, hoarse and filled with anger, "Enough! The killer has already been identified, and the police are closing in on him! Emily had nothing to do with him."