Murderer Movie Novels & Stories

Sterling leaped into the cold water. Though it was an artificial lake, the current was swift. The water instantly swallowed him, first to his waist, then completely over his head. He didn't even struggle. By the time Miller dove in and pulled him out, Dr. Sterling had stopped breathing. His eyes were wide open, filled with a bottomless despair. A dead silence fell over the scene. First the soldier, and now the psychologist. The interrogation room's surveillance footage was pulled up. Miller stared at the screen, his face ashen.

They are exposing themselves to me because they have no intention of letting me live. The man with a mustache on my left was called Rick Lemmington if I remember correctly, and the man on my right was the police officer husband of Avery named Shane Williams. I wasn't shocked by this because we already suspected him. I wonder if his wife knows that her husband is a murderer. “You should have taken our advice while you still can, but it's too late now.” “Where... Where are my friends?”It was the first thing that came out of my mouth.

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

Then she spotted it — tucked into the edge of the window frame. A folded note. She pulled it free, fingers trembling. It read: > “There are two killers in this house. One wears your father’s ring. The other wears his guilt.” Her blood turned to ice. There were only two people in the house who matched that description. Lucien… And her. The paper fluttered from her fingers. Something told her this was only the beginning.

Despite the chaos, confusion made me halt as she ran past me, and after a few moments, the cops ran past me as well, shooting sporadically. I was confused as to what was going on until I caught snippets of the conversation between the cops as they ran past me. “She just committed a homicide. She mustn't escape,” one said to the other. “We will get her,” the other replied before increasing his speed. He ran like his life depended on it, and in no time, he overhauled his colleague. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I had barely recovered from the shocking events that unfolded tonight, yet even the one person I felt a pang of connection with happened to be a murderer.

She looked him dead in the eye as she said the ‘shot’ part. She wanted to ask him so many questions. Why did he kill the man? Why was he helping her despite the fact he killed someone? What was Adrian's connection to this? From what she observed so far, Adrian seems to be the boss and he clearly ordered the hit using Nicholas. She was the most unfortunate to witness it, now he wants her dead.

He accused, "How can you act like you're fine after you killed her? She was pregnant. We were about to be a family of three, but you ruined it all, you murderer!" He repeated the same accusation in a hoarse voice like he was in a trance, attracting the attention of a few policemen. Horrified, Marie tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late. Clifford walked past her with the urn and walked into the police department. "Cliff, please don't! I'm scared. I didn't do it on purpose. If you turn us both in, you'll ruin our future!" She jogged over to Clifford, took his arm, and begged him.

He asked his secretary who nodded in support. Oscar balled his fists, his head remained lowered, while he kept grinding his teeth. The veins on his forehead were beginning to be visible, showing how angry he could get at talks like this. Seeing this, Mayra intervened. "Please Mr Huo. My boss hates getting asked questions about his personal life. Why don't we just focus on business right now and...." She was still saying when Oscar cuts in. " I'm not a murderer. It was all a set up by my girlfriend Althea Grace Miller. She tried to murder my ex girlfriend out of jealousy so how is it my fault? I have Said this countless times, I am not a murderer..."

I say, looking back at Asher, causing his eyebrows to furrow slightly. "Really? I didn't feel like it" He says, putting the chip in his mouth before taking another chip from the packet and moving it to my lips. He keeps on feeding me like that and I keep on taking smaller bites, letting him eat a larger portion of the chips. When the movie reaches the climax, the killer isn't anyone we had predicted. It was a man who lived in the same flat as the murdered girl. So neither Asher nor Aaron wins the bet and I don't lose my 1000$.

A murderer. Jed laughed. No, he wasn’t a murderer. He was a youngish, fucked up, average guy. If anything, his worst crime was being a cliché, not a killer. He’d seen enough movies to know that murderers lurked in the dark, sharpening their knives; they danced in the moonlight wearing their mother’s clothes and made lampshades from the skins of their victims. He was just Jed. History wouldn’t remember him—he wasn’t some future horror icon.