Murderer Synonym Novels & Stories

I take a moment to get a grasp of what he's saying when I do why eyes widen slightly and I think I might throw up. "She was the third victim," I say, the realization settling like ice in my stomach. "Bingo!" Edward grins, actually grins, like we're playing a game and I've finally caught on. "Though I don't like the word 'victim.' Implies they didn't deserve it. I prefer 'sinners.' Yes, that's much better. Sinners. That's what they are." My grip on the gun tightens. Everything in me wants to pull the trigger. Wants to end this. End him.

I killed someone……. I'm a murderer……….. Cold blooded killer………. Tears fell down my face as memories of my childhood and innocence resurfaced. I am no longer that oblivious young girl. If I was trapped right now, I would see the inside wall of a prison.

“The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.” I didn't bother to mention the other mysterious wolf as I don't know who that person was. And his scent was none that I had ever smell. If my memory served me right, it smelled of leather…and citrus. His eyes flickered just a flash of emption, before he stepped back, knife lowering but not gone. “You know them,” I whispered. “I’m related to one,” he said flatly. I adjusted my position to sit properly, running a hand along the sore line on my throat.

Somehow, that only made his answer feel colder. “I think... the same person who murdered your family’s peace.”

"Lily… I’m so sorry…" Tears mixed with blood, dripping onto her face. I failed to get you justice. I couldn’t even protect my own child. The Mate Bond, which should have been a warm connection, now felt like a chain of ice, choking me. I stared at the door. He wasn’t coming back. "Ethan Blackwood," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You just killed your own heir." Pain ripped through me, my wolf soul tearing apart. I closed my eyes, my mind searching for the forbidden frequency.

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and

“Yeah. You’re right. I guess I never thought of it that way. After I did what I did, I felt like a murderer.” “The definition of a murderer by law is someone who kills with intent and malice. Did you strike intending to kill and with malice? Or were you trying to stop someone from murdering you and your mate?” “I didn’t want to kill him. Honestly. I just wanted him to stop,” Gaia cried. “What you did was self-defense. You aren’t a murderer. Say it. I’m not a murderer. I’m a survivor,” Susan instructed. “I’m not a murderer. I’m a survivor,” Gaia repeated.

Every word we’ve said. What if we’re not dealing with one murderer? What if there are more? What if it’s not a killer… …but a team?

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!"

How could she compare me with that bitch when we both came from a totally different world? She found fault with me in everything. Of course, she got punished for this, she had to die at my hands. If I hadn't killed her, I wouldn't be standing here today. If someone kills a person, society calls him a murderer. It could be one murder or multiple murders. The point is, murder, whether it is one or ten.