Murder Stories Novels & Stories

I have heard a lot of mind-blowing crazy things in this life. I have read novels about a cousin's relationship that ends with a happy-ever-after. I have read stories about young, naive girls falling in love with ruthless mafias and syndicate bosses. There are a lot of interesting stories, including immortal creatures falling in love with pure humans, reincarnations, and all, but I have not yet come across a story where some dumb ass girl falls for a murderer who murdered her innocent mother and shot her father almost to death, or to death, actually. I don’t know why I have a feeling of not seeing my father as dead, but I am still doubting he could have survived all those bullets.

Making the woman scream hysterically. "It hurts. HELP!" her voice began to weaken. "That's what I want, you in pain. I like that," The guy took the knife from the victim's thigh. Then, he took the gun from his pants pocket. Stepping back a little, and... DOR... DOR... DOR... 3 shots right in the woman's head made her die instantly without a word. Meanwhile, the guy laughed in satisfaction, a real psychopath. "AAAAAA," Dita who witnessed it uncensored reflexively shouted loudly, a second later returned to closing her mouth, her tears began to fall.

I needed to know who was living in my house, sleeping down the hall from my son. I hit enter. The results made my stomach drop. Headlines filled my screen in stark black text: “LOCAL WOMAN CHARGED IN HUSBAND’S MURDER” and “BASEBALL BAT KILLING SHOCKS NEIGHBORHOOD.” Below those, more recent articles: “CONVICTED MURDERER RELEASED AFTER 15 YEARS.” Murder. Maude had killed someone. I clicked on the first article with shaking fingers. The details were brutal—Maude Faye had beaten her husband to death with a baseball bat while he slept, then tried to stage the scene as a break-in.

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

The murder case, now a sensational spectacle, had outgrown the confines of police investigations, permeating the fabric of public consciousness. Images of Sophia's face, once distinguished in legal circles, now graced the screens with a haunting aura. The news anchors, their voices a blend of speculation and conviction, narrated the tale of a well-known American lawyer suspected of committing murder on the streets of London. The vibrant city, usually indifferent to the personal dramas of its transient inhabitants, had become the stage for a saga that transcended borders.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

she said gushing Uhh I'm really lagging behind I dont even know what is going on on her life anymore "Wow that's nice and the way you talking about this guy, I'm sensing a hint of crush " I said trying to tease her "Well yeah we are kind off in a thing but he hasn't asked me officially " she said "Damn girl you're whipped " I said laughing " yeah so are you getting a lead on the killer?" She asked " nah he recently killed people in the catholic church close to the park , he killed everyone including the priest " I said

It was easy for her to see it as something that was sensationalized and worked into stories. “Have you…killed someone?”

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

His eyes, a burning, molten gold, found hers in the darkness. “Little hunter,” his voice was a gravelly rasp, layered with the beast’s growl. “You are persistent.” “You murdered my sister,” Vexa said, her voice dangerously level. She drew the bowstring taut, the arrowhead aimed directly at the center of his chest. “There’s no forest deep enough to hide you.” Roric; for that was the name the few who’d survived him whispered did not flinch. A strange, bitter smile touched his lips. “Murder? Is that what you believe?”