Murder Sans Novels & Stories

Rey turns to me. Rey ~”You do have a death wish don't you?” Aaron ~”What is so scary about that jealous jerk?” Rey ~”That jealous jerk is the one that tortured and killed Mansini.” Aaron ~”As in big ass big mafia boss Mansini?” Rey ~”Yes that landed in cement shoes with a couple of his body parts gone.” Aaron ~”What the fuck does she do with a sick fuck like that?” Rey ~”I say you get her and we get our asses out of here.”

"I don't get it." "So am I! They're weirdos and who the hell would name their child dangerous? Like duh..." "Why did you refused though?" "Because he asked me to strip!" "Are you dumb? You refused just because he told you to strip?" "Yes, why not!?" "You're so stupid, for fucks sake Carolina Benevolent De Guzman!" "What!? Why?" "Imagine every time you are in a shooting, aren't you almost fully naked? So why are you annoyed when he will be the only person to see you naked in that room?"

She queried, spitting on the ground and coming to sit next to me. "Maybe their meat does, the blood however was divine.” "Next time we get sent on an assignment, I'm bringing extra rations.” "You know you loved the opportunity to hunt.” "Corisande, how could I not love the hunt?" She grinned, her eyes shifting briefly to a lynx's before changing back. "You'd think the little monsters would know we have territory here by now, we've only been in Cofraystan, what, two hundred years?” Lixiss nodded. "Yes, they're not exactly the brightest things are they? What with Cofraystan's nickname being the vampire capital." She pointed out before rolling her eyes.

MICHAEL ¿Qué tiene de malo matar a tus amigos? Six months ago, I never would've imagined I'd be in Switzerland, meeting a girl from a mafia with mental disorders and—least of all—taking part in a fucking kidnapping. Although, that's nothing compared to murder. 'Remorse?' Not at all. I'm already used to this. Death is always around me... 'what difference does it make if there's just more of it now?' —We move out in five —Aitor announces over the radio.

the detective replied casually while shaking the lawyer’s hands. “Evidence? Of what kind?” the lawyer asked, annoyed, trying to take the box containing the jewels from Christian, but the latter moved quickly. “That’s confidential, but I can tell you it’s related to the murder of Miss Alexandra Anderson,” Christian said, handing the box to the detective. “Again with that? That old woman died in a car accident because she was drunk.” “Speak with more respect, lawyer, as it has already been proven that Miss Alexandra was not under the influence of alcohol. Instead, someone had tampered with her car,” the detective said angrily.

The cold metal edge of the handcuffs brushed against my wrist. Beside me, Sophie was wailing at the top of her lungs. "Arrest her! Lock her up!" Leon kept his head down. His shoulders shook in a performance that perfectly captured a grieving grandson. The crowd of onlookers grew larger by the second. Everyone stared at me as if I were a convicted murderer. I could hear people filming on their phones and their venomous whispers. "How vile, targeting an old lady like that."

MALACHI By dawn, the grim reality of the night’s events began to surface. Reports of multiple murders trickled in, each more gruesome than the last. The police had already cordoned off the crime scenes, but the details leaked out: the killings were the work of a single, methodical individual. Each victim had been mutilated, their hearts surgically removed and their bodies mangled, with several key bones missing from the skeletal remains. The motive was a void, and the selection of homes seemed entirely random, scattered across the territory with no discernible pattern.

, She replies showing rage in her eyes and voice. "What do you want to say and what truth are you talking about, say it clearly!", He responds being unaware. "If you want to hear clearly, then it's clear that the chandelier that was about to fall on me yesterday and because of it, which was going to kill me and my baby, all that was done by you, Mr. Smaran", She explains in detail furiously. Hearing to which, he remains shocked and his eyes become so wide that it looks like they could pop out at any time.

Susan sat behind the wheel, driving while talking on her cell phone. "Susan: Hello?" She heard the detective's voice on the other end. "Detective: Hello, Susan... Mira wasn't hit by a car without license plates as you thought, and no one killed her by hand. The medical examiner says Mira was killed by a stab wound to the neck, without the use of any weapon, and was thrown from a height." Susan laughed. "Susan: Is it really possible to kill someone without a knife?" The detective answered sharply, as if he felt Susan had outwitted him: