Murder Stories Novels & Stories

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

“Twenty thousand in credit card debt. Four thousand from online loans. Last week, you mortgaged the house your parents left you, took out one hundred thousand, and put it all into a speculative gaming assets investment. “And that investment collapsed the day before yesterday. “Overnight, you lost everything and ended up buried in debt.” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Yes, I needed money. But that didn’t mean I killed anyone. “We have reason to believe you planned this murder to secure the ten-thousand-dollar reward and to take revenge on your boss and colleagues. “You know how these escape rooms work. You led them into the trap, then hid yourself in a safe compartment and controll

He cuts the ordinary organs first so the victim could experience every second of his last breaths before the death. Indeed he is inhuman, a monster. But you know what, I like people with evil thoughts. The report left another impact on her, because this case was not simple to understand and even different from others. The suspect is torturing their lives and watching them turn into carcasses like a devil. Are you familiar with those stories in which all the mysteries are coming from the past or the mysteries created from the myths or legends. And the characters read some old databases or story books to solve them. Exactly! The same is going to happen.

Bodies above bodies with wounds that sent a sickening pound everywhere inside and on his body. He was scrambling for words to tell the police as he dashed away. A nauseating feeling swelling in his gut and the constant flash of the scene he just witnessed was shown again and again in his head. A traumatic scene that would undoubtedly be engraved in his memory. Fear was still pricking his bones and causing his legs to give out when assistance came. Dozens of them arrived after the simple mention of the most wanted criminal. Jean Luc had heard the rumours and telling that started a few weeks before he left. Even in another state, he received news about the murderer that cannot be found.

She needed to get in contact with the cops; she needed an update about Helena's case, or else she would lose her mind. “Detective Sergio,” she whispered as she typed in their local browser. Alice waited for a couple of seconds before it fully loaded. However, instead of the detective’s profile, news articles about the Roccos’ murders appeared. Alice’s body went cold as she opened the first article that appeared on the site. It was the same old story about Vivien and Roger killing the Roccos, and so she easily scanned through those, not bothering to read. She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed.

The rapist lay motionless on the floor with his sightless eyes wide open. I sprung back in terror, picked myself up and rushed towards the door . I flung the unlocked door wide open and rushed blindly into the sunlight outside crushing the leaves under my feet . I fled along the pavement outside screaming "I killed him ,I killed him I killed him." As I stood in the bushes outside weeping hysterically , I heard the sound of a vehicle screeching to a halt at the entrance of the building where I had been kept as an unwilling guest by the kidnappers . The hugh scare faced man stepped out of the car .I guess he also noticed the car of his accomplice still parked in the driveway. He saw the door

Joshua turned down the volume and slightly turned his head to listen in. “Yes mother,” Tulani said. “Her husband was a scumbag who cheated on her every chance he got. Their three year old daughter was killed in front of her preschool whilst waiting for her father who was in bed with some skunk to come pick her up. She heard a vehicle coming, let go of her teacher’s hand and ran onto the street, but it wasn’t him. He was too busy s------g his mistress to remember he had a daughter.” “Watch your language son,” his father cautioned him.

His attempt to reach the sword with the other hand was ruined by a hole between his ribs. Honestly, I expected more from this one. And there is no time to fool around, so- Losing my interest in this boring game I knocked him down with a kick of my leg, and rising his own sword, decapitated him, making the thick blood spill, mixing with the red one of the human, whose life he stole not so long ago. My long ears caught the sound of the approaching guards, police. When they arrive, before their eyes will lay a human body and nothing more. The red cap soon turning into dust in the foreign realm.

-So the nanny carried me, when she did it I was all full of my mommy's blood, when the nanny carried me I turned around and with my hand stretched out I wanted to go back to my mommy and I shouted, mommy don't leave us, after that was the last time I saw my mom, then the guy sent us to a school and we never came back to town, he was in charge of everything, in that town he was untouchable, so he arranged everything and the murder of my mother went unnoticed by the whole town. -He only did the burying and that was it, then he continued buying and discarding young girls, until time began to take its toll, at this moment he suffers from diabetes, arthritis and cancer, he has to pay for everythi