Murder! Novels & Stories

Josh asked with eager interest as he shoveled an enormous forkful of garlic mashed potatoes into his mouth. Hap leaned back and adjusted the waist of his pants. Although he’d removed his gun, he was still wearing his uniform. “We’re still trying to figure out what happened. There were all the signs of a wolf attack.” “If it was wolves, can you really call it a murder?” Josh asked. “Until the case is closed, it’s a killing. The definition of murder is an unlawful killing of a person. Therefore, it’s a murder; whether done by man or beast.”

“Innocent? Ha! He is a Matthews. He's a fucking murderer! He spend the rest of his life behind bars, where he deserves to be!” “NO!!” She cries out, scrambling to her knees. “He's a murderer!” The van leaves, but people appear in the trees, just out of her line of vision. They chant loudly, “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.” The bodies on the groud rise to chant with the rest of the town. “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.”

The old house of Mr Murphy could be probably safe after the attack which actually led to the death of Natasha, but they didn't bother to go back there anymore. Freya was obviously afraid of the place, which was reason enough. Besides, it was vaguely possible that Joker and Casanova had already know that place and they must have positioned some of the hunting gang as watchdogs around the corner. The dealership owner had also told them their names. The half hour after the murder of Natasha had been a trying times when everything happened too quickly and it was as if life was still flashing before the eyes of Mr Murphy; even the memory of that fateful evening remained bright in some parts and h

“I killed her…” “No, no, I’m not a killer. I’m a good girl. A good girl?” “Yes. A good, good girl.” “Hehe…I killed her…I killed her. I’m a murderer! I killed her!” “Sniff, sniff…she’s not going to let me go…”

He looked around and Belle wasn't anywhere in sight , he changed his direction and walked towards the TV, picked up the Remote , as he was about to turn of the TV, The programme changed and breaking news came up immediately. *POPULAR BUSINESS TYCOON MR HENRY HARPER AND WIFE MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD OVERNIGHT BY SIOUX FALLS RUTHLESS ANONYMOUS ASSASSIN* Was written boldly in Red italics as the newscaster read it out in a voice over . She explained what had happened and gave details about how they found out about the murder and all . "What ?!, Again?!" He exclaimed and placed his hands on his waist as he watched on in horror.

"Don't move, they will resolve it soon." I try to bring out my phone from my clutch but then there is a loud scream and the lights are back on. My chest is beating fast because somehow I can sense it. It is death, hanging in the air. Someone was just murdered—yet again. "Kira!!!" ---

He’s back on his feet, and even though he’s limping there’s murder in his eyes. I kick him in the stomach, and he grunts. I kick him again, and he falls to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the woman getting to her feet. She lunges at me, but I step to the side and grab her arm before she can slice at me. She’s fast, but I’m stronger. I twist her arm, and she drops her sword. “No!” the man shouts. “Don’t kill her.” I pause. My heart’s hammering, and I don’t know what to do. I’m not a killer. I don’t want to be a killer.

' 'Gloria is a murderer. 'Who was murdered?' 'She killed her husband and pups, and guess what? She's absolutely not sorry.'

I feel a sharp seething pain in my head immediately I rest it upon my pillow. Darkness carries me and I find myself standing in this same house, Alicia stands right in front of me. This must be a memory, she is crying on my chest. “I killed him” she mutters to herself as place her on her feet, her hands grip tightly on the hem of my shirt, the room falls silent for a minute before she speaks again, “I killed him” “Yes” “I am a murderer”

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.