Murder Sans 소설 & 이야기

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Zara said in a shocked tone “SSSHHH!!!!” Sunny said with the gun on his lips. Zara eyes widen as she recognized his tone. His voice echoed in her ears, then it struck her, he was ‘HIM’ “Yes, Zara, I’m your misfortune…” Sunny said glaring at her. And a laugh so evil and cruel came out of him. “But you know what! the biggest misfortune of life, happened to me and your death will suffice it!” Sunny said with hatred in his eyes and he pulled the trigger once more.

Mr Smith said coherently and left. He shot the lady that took him inside on his way out, she grunted and died instantly. He felt fulfilled for the day and knew killing Mr Mc Millan isn't going to be easy, but he has always won. Losing is not something he takes lightly. He left with his men and asked the driver to take them to Mr Mc Millan's house. When they got there, he saw that other people had caused a ruckus in the place. He sent his men to find out what the flurry was all about, they brought back news that the man was kidnapped minutes ago by unknown assassins.

NESSA "Vampires tend to burn when in contact with a silver" mum answered my unasked question. Mk kissed the knife and gently run it on Luis exposed face and his face start to burn as he let out a loud scream. "Oh we just started " MK said smirking. "What do you fucking want from me !!!!" Luis yelled from the pain "We told you already who is the fucking killer ?" Mk asked again. "I know nothing " Luis said scrunching his face in pain

Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, her blue eyes flicking toward the chattering customers before she turned back to Ashwin. “You heard, right?” she asked, keeping her voice low. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” Sarah exhaled. “Eleven murders now. The whole town’s on edge.” The more Ashwin listened, the more details emerged, each one more unsettling than the last. “They found them this morning,” someone whispered from a nearby table. “All with their throats cut—wide open, like they never even saw it coming.” “Their eyes were still open,” another voice added, sending a chill down Ashwin’s spine. “Like they died looking at something that terrified them.”

Left alone in Larsen's office, the silence in the room scares the poor Magnus who stood behind the closed door outside. He heard no movement inside nor any sound, and he feared that the two brothers might have brutally killed each other. He'll not be surprised nor shocked to see that Larsen has murdered his brother without a sound, he has a reputation as an assassin, he's not just a Mafia alpha, but known as a silence god whose beauty would weaken your knees into submission, his rigid footsteps that echo can suddenly go lifeless like no legs were moving only to have your head out of your neck the next minute. Larsen is known for killing in the most brutal and gruesome way and yet in the clea

Death is chaos. The way her expression changed when I told her about the bodily fluids—that was when I knew. She thinks it’s simple. She thinks I walk in, shoot someone, and it’s over. But it’s never that easy. Murder is an art, and like any masterpiece, it requires time, patience, and precision. In a way, it’s a lot like stalking. Not the person necessarily, but the location, the details. Everything has to be perfect.

"Well then, let me spell it out for you. "You invited me to your dance competition that day, planning to have me kidnapped on the way. But things didn’t go as expected, so you and Yannis came up with a new plan. This time, you are the one being kidnapped. You wanted to demand my company's shares as ransom. "But you miscalculated one thing. During the video call that day, I noticed something strange—the kidnapper had a mole on his hand, just like Yannis did. It was even on the same finger, the same spot."

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."