Murder Sans 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.

“You believe words that fly around? “No. I did my research and investigations and realized that those words were even hiding a lot of things about you. You know what, this discussion ends here. Good bye to you Serena, never to cross paths with you again” “What did you just say? “You heard me loud and clear, miss mafia” “Miss what? I clenched my palm “Wanna kill me? Go ahead. That’s all you are good at, hitting and killing people. Murderer” “Murderer? You! I held in my anger and took a deep breath so as not to create a scene. “I owe you no explanation” “And I don’t need them. I’ll leave now” “Fine but just note this down, this isn’t going to be out last meeting”

Millianna is a greedy person, she always wants money and power, if these are affected, Millianna will not agree. "You're good at acting, Millianna. How do you make things go so smoothly? You are charged with intentional injury and attempted murder, and you are also charged with illegal use of explosives. Do you have anything else to say?" Sarah is quite calm, she has listed many of Millianna's crimes, but Millianna's attitude is very absent-minded, she is completely indifferent to Sarah's words, and she has heard such words. more than ten times. Millianna already knew those things by heart.

The muscles in his neck flexed as though he was holding back something sharper. “She says she was reborn,” he said finally, low and hard. “That’s not an explanation. That’s a story. We don’t know who she is. We don’t know what she is. And I won’t risk you because you feel sorry for her.” “I don’t feel sorry for her,” Zara shot back. “I believe her.” “She melted steel with her bare hands,” he said, each word clipped. “She survived what should’ve killed her. That doesn’t make her harmless. That makes her dangerous.”

''You wouldn't try that, murder me right here in this room. ''Murder?'' He laughed again. ''You can only murder a human being. You and your people have lived for thousands of years, doesn't it occur to you that you might have lived your share?'' He stood up now and bent down in front of me. ''I'll tell you the meaning of murder. Murder is what you do when you go out at night hunting unsuspecting people. When you steal little children away from lonely streets and suck their life's blood out of them. Murder is what you do when in the midst of having sex, you sink your fangs into an unsuspecting man's neck and slowly drain him of his life. Murder is what you were about to do to me.''

Peter shook his head in amazement. “That’s really unexpected. He transplanted his own finger, so there was no rejection. But who would think he had eleven fingers? Whenever he left a fingerprint, he just removed that finger. No wonder the prints never matched.” I quickly brought the comparison report to Rebecca and Louis. “The fifteen-year-old murder case is finally solved. Rebecca, we did it.” After hearing my explanation, Rebecca still looked serious. “But what about the two surgeries the doctor mentioned? Why did he kill my parents in the first place?”

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

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.

The deafening sound reverberates in the alley, and the bullet pierces through my assailant's skull. The man falls into an abrupt silence, his life extinguished in an instant. Hollow eyes fixate on me, the bullet—my bullet—a morbid adornment on his forehead. The scent of gunpowder and the weight of death loom thick in the air, the profound silence only punctuated by the lingering echoes of violence. I'm a murderer now. But strangely, I don't feel remorse. I don't feel anything anymore. "Good girl," Diego murmurs, taking the gun from me. His fingers graze over mine, lingering for a moment, before he carefully wipes the weapon clean with a black cloth. Then, he shoves it into his waistband in o