Murder Sans Novels & Stories

"Stop asking stupid questions! what were you thinking you dummy, that I'm doing this without a gain from it? apart from my lust on those women's body, I have investors who are interested on the videos and pictures of all the ladies I abused!" "What!" Alice and Powell exclaims in unison with wide eyes. "It must be him who killed my daughter. Son of a bitch!" Powell gave a manly growl and gritted his teeth with his fist clenched to the floor he grabbed his gun and shot at the door and that triggered Dark Blood anger and he shoots steadily on the door.

“Here's what makes sense to me and what will make sense to a judge. You used your keys to open the door to a room that purposely left empty. You snatched the girl, kept her in your workshop for a while before you took her into the room and killed her, with your wook working tools.” “Um, no offense, but how the hell does that make any sense? If I had the girl in my workshop, with no one knowing, why the hell would I move her from the private, secluded place and bring her into the motel, putting her right next door to customers, my livelyhood none the less, to murder her. Knowing people would hear the screams. How is that smart?” “Well-”

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

Smoke wreaking of death and sickness filled the air as I stared into the fire. No one said anything to me after I killed Kim and Tanya. Everyone had been surprisingly helpful after my horrible murderous behavior. Suzie had given Celia and Andrea some of our clothes, and they'd cleaned up well, but on the flip side, they used way too much of our water. Derek and Andrea remained attached at the hip during unpacking duty. Everyone helped unload, which was nice. My hands were sore as hell. I'd washed them relentlessly as soon as I realized I'd created open wounds right next to two infected girls. How could I have been so stupid?

I prefer the years of silence rather than his moaning. I was speechless as I watched Kandreah draw the life energy out of his twin. I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I have an army, my army and their army too, with me that I have to think of. If he can do this to his brother, what would stop him from slaughtering any one of us? I have went through Sodom and Gomorra in this ever so long existence of mine. I have killed many people, those good, the bad ones and evil ones alike. But some things are sacred. We were all gobsmacked and stunned as we watched Kandreah with terror. This heinous murderer was draining the blood out of already ashen and unconscious body of his twin. This was an act of

Life is a dark comedy. “Okay, at least we know the victim... What else do we know?” Mrs. De Cassel is the widow of a noble French man who died some years ago in an accident. “Accident? Was it an ‘accident’?” Claude was thinking deeply about the possibility of Mr. De Cassel being murdered. “Could it be? In that case, maybe our murderer and his murderer, are the same person?” The idea seemed attractive, but it lacked evidence. And it kept a lot of questions unanswered: “Why did Mrs. De Cassel get poisoned? And why is she not dead?”

Zack explained but Harris was quite confused. "Human Flayer? What do you mean?" He asked. "14 years ago, there was a popular serial murder case called the Flayer Murder case. The culprit was called The Flayerman. The case was titled Flayer Murder case because all the victim's corpses were discovered without furs. Flayerman would flay his victims alive after torturing them and rendering them helpless and defenseless and then he'd use the flayed furs to make garments and cashmere which he'd sell to the families of the victim." Zack exclaimed.

From then on, Lucas vanished from my life. Three years later, the police fished out a corpse from the ocean. After an investigation, they deduced that the man was the leader of Devil's Advocate, the mafia organization. His cause of death was suicide. The police were puzzled, wondering why such a powerful figure would choose to end his own life. Only I knew it was because Lucas had gone to find the past Lucille, the one who had once loved him deeply.

appreciate the great deployment you gave to the first of my victims; of a long series that I plan to execute, with the sole purpose of satisfying my gourmet appetites. To the absurd and naive question of the newspaper that says: WHO MIGHT BE THE MURDERER AND WHY DID HE KILL HIM? I think it's an excellent question in the midst of your stupidity. For obvious reasons, as in any respectable crime, there is a brilliant motive. "The flashing reason" for which I killed him I will not reveal it for now. As for the subjective part, the cause is different: I dismember and devour a human being with the sole purpose of putting my formidable cooking recipes into practice. I devoured the dried meat of a

"Cliff, I knew you'd help me!" He angrily threw her onto the ground. "I did this only to repay you for saving my life! I'll transfer five million dollars to your account. From now on, you and I do not owe each other anything. Do not show up in front of me!" Since I was already dead, I did not want to be heartbroken over Clifford. Still, I could not get over the audacity of his actions. I confronted him, "You keep saying you're regretful, so why did you cover up for a murderer and pay her that huge sum? Is your avoidance the 'punishment'?"