Murderer Movie Novels & Stories

He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you." "Not a simple person," Jefferson's reply was meaningless because he had no idea who the killer was as well. In his memory, he couldn't remember that he had offended someone so capable. Perhaps it was the drug dealers, but he had no evidence to point out at them. Furthermore, he had no idea how Stephen looked like.

The news was about the murder that took place last night, that was the third murder in the week from the same person. “The anonymous killer has murdered another gang leader again, this man is a Russian and as usual, the bullets were in the head of the victim and also flowers were found at the scene.” The news reporter read and the flowers were displayed on the screen and the dead man’s picture. Their mother suddenly showed up in the living room and she was holding a glass of milk, she was walking out of the dining room. “Mum, how come you don't complain when we watch stuff like this?” Bryan asked, turning to her as she got closer to them.

Damn, but I've never seen a better actor. I stared at him, trying to see that bloke that used to be my fucking friend. All I saw was a monster in human flesh. God, what the fuck did I ever see in him? “You know, I only pegged you for a rapist and a kidnapper. I never pegged you to be a murderer. Of course, the fault was mine. After all, you murdered Rosy's life in those very three days you kidnapped her and drugged her within an inch of her life.”

But as usual he hadn't let her get the satisfaction of seeing a frown on his face. “If you ever run away from me, Vina, I will come and find you. This world isn't big enough to hide you from me,” he boasted, almost making her want to play this game of chase. She was very close to testing him if not for the mission that she had been assigned with. Killing someone would definitely take priority over anything else. According to the profile of the victim that she had been given, this woman herself had been a killer or an Assassin once. This should have scared Vevina instead it made her nerves tingle from the excitement of meeting someone of her own caliber or mental state.

But, it seems Nick was thinking too much. “To arrest the mother fucker of course, I tracked the plate number, he’s the owner of the vehicle he used in kidnapping you. I can’t believe such a careless murderer was giving me a hard time to find,” Nick explained, it was as if he was expecting Simon to ask that question. Nick could see that this murder wasn’t linked to the other assassinations that had been happening in the city, they weren’t the same people. And he had also find out that, the other murderer carried out his dirty work only once a week.

“The circumstances of both murders are not quite different. They were tortured almost in the same way and both their bodies were dumped here.” “So far, what do we know about the killer?” “The only information we have right now is just his name—T-Murek. Bet that’s not even his real name. Might just be a code name or something. ” “Then we’ve got a big problem,” Lawrence breathed, taking in sight of his surroundings. “There is a serial killer here in the city, and we have to find him fast. There’s likely going to be another victim before this week runs out.” “Not unless we stop him.”

"Scarlett!" The woman who I think her name was Nina shouted, "your daughter is a murderer! She had as gun! She's a fucking danger to you, Ben, Carl, every— " I cut her off, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at her drama, "—if you don't chose your next words carefully, I won't hesitate to use this very gun on you." She instantly shut her mouth.

“Is this Justice or Crime? A rapist murdered in the parking lot.” Opening the tab I looked at the picture just below the headline and I am insanely surprised to find that it is the same man who was shot yesterday in front of my eyes. Reading a bit further I soon realize that the dead man had been a repeated sex offender and had been on the run from the police. The news of his murder, although a crime, is happily welcomed by the victims, their families and almost the whole of America. “So does that mean that you are actually a good man?” I mumbled thinking back to the strangely addicting voice of the man who had shot him yesterday. Could it be that he knew all this and therefore had deliberat

"Page 18, word 15." I turned over to page 18 and mentally counted the number in my head. There were five heads all crowded together to get a glance at the last word. The last term and the clue would be solved, we would know who the murderer is, the drug dealer, the one who may or may not have burned my father, the one who created havoc in our lives. "Butler." I breathed out. Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense."

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?"