Murder Sans Novels & Stories

“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.”

you were planning to kill me. Kimora: Self defense is not murder! (She says never once taking her eyes off of him) Xanne: Pause! No you actually wholesale intended to try to kill me just now what the fuck! (He says clearly annoyed and rubbing his head) Kimora: It's not murder if you don't resist! (She says slowly walking forward with her gun still trained true) Xanne: I was coming to tell you that we were going to land somewhere soon so you could walk around for a couple of days but I see that's not necessary! (He scoffed and turns around on his heel to begin walking away)

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.

BRI, LA FILLE DU MAFIEUX CHAPITRE 03 Ramona: Bri,Bri, hé ho Bri(revenant à elle): oui oui Ramona,je t'écoute Ramona : ah non,tu m'écoutes pas.(l'air vexée) Bri

There’s something ѕо carelessly brutаl, killing for ѕаtіѕfасtіоn lіkе cats, kіllіng fоr fun аnd profit. I pull оut рhоtоѕ оf the tор guуѕ іn hіѕ organization; thеу’rе a mіxturе of whіtе, black аnd Lаtіnо, a ruthlеѕѕ line-up of murderers аnd pimps. Thіѕ іѕ mу way in. Onе оf thеѕе fасеѕ wіll сrасk аnd ѕріll thе goods. All I’ve gоttа dо is gеt thеm at the rіght tіmе and рlасе.

Matteo shuddered in fear as he blurted out, “Who exactly are you?! We have no grudges against you, so why are you doing this to us?!” “You have no grudges with me?” Charlie sneered as he said, “You are scheming and deliberately plotting murder in Aurous Hill in broad daylight. The method that you are using is so cruel and despicable! Every one of you is punishable by death. Even if I were to kill you right now, I would only be performing a righteous act and enforcing justice on behalf of heaven!”