Murder Novels & Stories

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

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?

His death is on me. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder.

She was clearly dead, but he continued to stab her again and again, as if he were a mindless robot. By the time the police got there, Luna's body was nearly unrecognizable. Cody accepted all of the charges by the police, and he didn't defend himself at all. The court's verdict came quickly. Cody was sentenced to death.

Jo, who was about to change the channel without a second thought, paused momentarily. The news was breaking coverage of a murder that had occurred earlier today. An Italian-American man had been shot and killed in a parking lot in broad daylight. The reporter dispatched to the scene said with a serious expression: Based on the fact that he was shot three times in the head with a small-caliber pistol, it's highly likely this was a murder resulting from a dispute between Mafia or gang members.

I had already made my choice. Maybe I'm a psycho, but he made me his psychopath. But I wasn't going to stop killing until I get to Rarf. I need to end this. He needs to die. As soon as we arrived home, I strode to my room and made sure the door was locked, meaning no one in, no one out. My heart was heavy. Rarf found me before I could. I spent all my life searching for him, killing men like him; the mafia just to get better so that if I find him, he will be dead before he can even think. I was kicked out of the place I called family because of my stupid mistakes. They taught me basically everything I know; how to think fast when in a murder situation, how to h

I needed to know who was living in my house, sleeping down the hall from my son. I hit enter. The results made my stomach drop. Headlines filled my screen in stark black text: “LOCAL WOMAN CHARGED IN HUSBAND’S MURDER” and “BASEBALL BAT KILLING SHOCKS NEIGHBORHOOD.” Below those, more recent articles: “CONVICTED MURDERER RELEASED AFTER 15 YEARS.” Murder. Maude had killed someone. I clicked on the first article with shaking fingers. The details were brutal—Maude Faye had beaten her husband to death with a baseball bat while he slept, then tried to stage the scene as a break-in.

The news was about the murder that took place last night, that was the third murder in the week from the same person. “The anonymous killer has murdered another gang leader again, this man is a Russian and as usual, the bullets were in the head of the victim and also flowers were found at the scene.” The news reporter read and the flowers were displayed on the screen and the dead man’s picture. Their mother suddenly showed up in the living room and she was holding a glass of milk, she was walking out of the dining room. “Mum, how come you don't complain when we watch stuff like this?” Bryan asked,

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

Crystal chuckled. “I get why you are interested in him. He is very responsible and all... what I don't understand is why I should be tormented because of your silly unrequited crush??” her eyebrows shot up inquisitively, and she used Laurie’s silence as an opportunity to proceed. The act of attempting to murder someone is a grave crime in our society. I'm curious about the potential punishment for committing two such acts, along with other crimes.”