Murderer Synonym Novels & Stories

I have been the Donna of the Smith family for nine years— but only in name. I took my deceased twin sister Lily’s place, raised her daughter Emma as my own, and lived beside a husband, David, who never once looked at me with love. For nine long years, I gave everything. Emma, however, only saw me as the woman who “killed her mother,” never knowing it was Lily who stole my marriage, my identity, and the man who was supposed to be mine. She pushed me in public, screamed that I was a murderer, and even used the gun I gifted her to shoot the only thing that brought me comfort—a tiny bird I’d been nursing back to health. And David… David, the man I once loved with my whole heart, couldn’t hide the coldness in his eyes. Every time he looked at me, I could feel Lily’s shadow standing between us. So I made a decision. If this family wanted Lily so badly— then they could have her ghost. I would leave the Smith estate, the title of Donna, the child who hated me, and the man who never wanted me. But the night I packed my bags, David suddenly appeared in the doorway, blocking my path— his eyes no longer cold, but afraid. As if he had finally realized what losing me truly meant.

"N...no y...you don't g..go. He will come. He will b...beat me. You also hide here. He is very bad. He beats. I'm s...scared of him. S...save me. He..." Biya screamed hysterically freeing her arms from his grip. She doesn't seem in right state of mind. "I'm r...running. You take me from here. He is very bad." Biya was freeing herself from his grasp and abruptly ran to the door. But in the next moment she was in Sikandar clutches. "Where are you running? Are you mad?" Sikandar roared shaking at her badly. But Biya wasn't in her senses. "No...he..you don't know him. He is very cruel...he..." Seeing her screaming like mad Sikandar has to again raise his hand and slapped her mercilessly. His hands left it's print on her cheek. With her hand on her cheek, Biya was looking at the man who slapped her. Deeply blinded by taking revenge of his past incident from the murderer of his childhood Sikandar Shah happen to kidnap the daughter of that man. He inflict his brutality on that innocent and sweet girl to the extent that he forcefully made her marry him and physically and mentally abuse and torture Biya. Will Biya survive the pain and brutally he is inflicting on her? Or will Sikandar Shah show some mercy for that little girl in lowering his assault and torture on her? How they will thrive in this unforseen situation?

He married her to save his empire. He divorced her the moment he no longer needed her. But what if the woman he tossed aside... was the only one who ever truly loved him? Rebecca Henshaw was once Davis Gates’ devoted wife — graceful, loyal, and deeply in love. Their marriage, born from family alliance, blossomed into something real... until one tragic night, a deadly fire, and a web of lies tore them apart. Branded a murderer in her husband’s eyes, Rebecca endured years of cold silence and rejection. Now, just as she discovers she’s pregnant with his child, Davis returns home — not with love, but with divorce papers. Heartbroken and humiliated, Rebecca walks away, determined to rebuild her life far from the man who shattered it. But Davis never expected her to rise like a phoenix. Behind her soft smile lies a thriving empire, a powerful identity, and a secret that changes everything. When danger begins to stalk her, Davis steps in — not out of guilt, but something far more dangerous: love. Now he wants her back. But Rebecca is no longer the woman who once begged for his affection. She’s stronger. Smarter. And she’s not alone. Can Davis break through the walls he built — before another man takes her for good? Or is his greatest regret losing the one woman he was too blind to treasure?

They say I killed my father. They say I ordered my maid, my dearest friend, to poison him. They say she confessed before taking her own life. Lies. The real murderer stands before me, weaving her web of deception and has the entire Royal court in her grasp. Queen Andessa, my wicked stepmother. My father’s killer. She has stripped me of my title, my crown, my very birthright, and has offered me up as a tribute to the Dragon King of Drakarith. A mercy punishment, she calls it. But I am not broken. She thinks she has won. That I will succumb to defeat and forget who I am. But she's wrong. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, the rightful Queen of Velmira. And I will return to reclaim what is mine and rip out Velmira's corruption by its roots. Starting with Andessa's rotten fertilized eggs. My callous step-siblings. Velmira is my home, my kingdom, and I will not let it rot under the rule of vipers. But reclaiming what is mine will not be easy, especially trying to achieve that from the dragon lands of Drakarith, under the watchful vigilance of Azraelyrs, a dragon king I have heard rumors about his cold-heartedness and rules with an iron fist. To survive, I must play the game of seduction and manipulation against my enemies. To win, I must be sharper, stronger, and more ruthless than I have never been before in my life. Let the games begin.

The night before Grandma's surgery, I pulled my adoptive father, Robert Shaw, into the office and made him stay up with me, going through the medical plans in detail until dawn. All this was because, in my previous life, when Grandma's heart condition suddenly worsened, the "real daughter", my younger sister, Jill Shaw, insisted on taking my position as Grandma's attending physician so she could personally perform Grandma's heart transplant. I knew she had only attended a three-year vocational nursing school, so I refused. However, Jill thought that I was humiliating her. To prove herself, she impersonated me and secretly performed the surgery on Grandma. The next day, Grandma died on the spot from a rejection reaction. Her blood vessels ruptured. When Robert arrived at the scene, Jill immediately threw herself in his arms, sobbing, "Dad, I never thought that Janice would be so afraid of me taking her spot as the attending physician that she'd break hospital rules and operate on Grandma in the middle of the night!" Before I could explain myself, my adoptive mother, Molly Walton, jumped in to accuse me, "Janice, you're a murderer! Grandma trusted Jill to operate on her, so you tampered with the surgery and killed her!" Robert, blinded by rage, shoved me straight off the 36th floor. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Jill planned to operate on Grandma.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.

His lips stretched into a predatory smile that sent chills skittering down my backbone. “Dance on the nails, Sin. Don't make me repeat myself.” He really was the devil. *** Bound to the notorious murderer who’s put a sword to her father’s neck, Princess Annora, fallen from grace, is made to live in Devil’sDen pack as the slave to her captor, Alpha Aegon. Being the fated mate to the Beta of the same vicious pack, Annora plans to use her mate’s feelings as a triumph card, driving her way up to the Alpha’s heart and hoping to put a knife in it. But life happens in reverse— the Alpha becomes the one ‘putting’ things in her. He’s elusive, the most dangerous man she’s ever known. But he’s just as sweet around the edge, alluring in all the forbidden ways. Her hate for him becomes a three-legged chair— wavering. Alpha Aegon hates the Stormbringers for everything they’d cost him, but taking their little white-haired princess was a complete crack in his mode of operation. As harmless as she might seem, everyone is a victim of her wits. Of course, he thinks he’s excluded. Aegon only finds out he’s been mastered in his own game when it's too late, and everything else hangs in the line. His life. Hers. His Virtuous Beta's. What evil befalls this forbidden attraction? How does Annora outsmart this charming man who’s laid waste to everything she’s ever known?

Some stories begin with love. Lyra’s begins with a fall. Once, she was the heart of the Sterling Estate—an orphan girl cherished by three powerful Alphas who swore to protect her. Lyra believed in them with everything she had. Trusted them. Loved them. Until the day they chained her to a chair… called her a murderer… and destroyed her with their own hands. Betrayed by her family. Framed by a serpent in silk. Cast out and broken, Lyra was hunted to the edge of the world—where Genevieve finally revealed the truth behind every lie, every tear, every stolen glance. Then she pushed Lyra off the cliffs to die. But Lyra didn’t beg for mercy. She prayed for revenge. And the Great Mother answered. Reborn five years in the past, Lyra returns to the moment it all began—armed with memories of betrayal, cruelty, and the cold touch of death. This time, she refuses to be their victim. She will rewrite her fate, destroy the girl who stole her life, and walk away from the three men who once shattered her soul. But something is wrong. The Alphas who once condemned her now watch her with guilt. With hunger. With something dangerously close to devotion. They remember. As enemies close in, secrets unravel, and a forgotten royal bloodline awakens within her, Lyra is forced to face a truth far more dangerous than betrayal— What if the monsters who broke her… would burn the world to save her this time? Power. Revenge. Desire. Redemption. This time, Lyra doesn’t fall. This time, she rises.

"You should be running away from me," he whispered against my neck, his deep voice wrapping around me like a black velvet. He was right. I should run— far, fast, and without looking back. But I couldn't. Or maybe didn't want to. Fisting his shirt tightly, I rasped out, "I hate you." A shiver ran down my spine as his lips curled into a devilish smirk, "No, you don't." He leaned in, our mouths a breath apart. "You just hate how badly you want me, Little Muse," he drawled, voice like a tempting sin. ----------- Everyone thought she was paranoid but Iliana Carlos knew the eyes following her everywhere were real. Draped in black, masked and silent, her stalker has trapped her in a deadly game of obsession. But for her, he is nothing more than the gruesome darkness but the deeper she's pulled into his shadows, the more she craved them. Maddox Velric Thorne spent fifteen years focused on one mission: find the daughter of his father’s murderer, kill her, and claim his rightful place as Alpha. But those hazel eyes and auburn hair has suddenly become his biggest distraction. What started as a casual infatuation has now turned into his darkest obsession. What will happen when fate will bind them in a twisted dance of fear and desire? How far would Maddox chase Iliana and for how long is she willing to run away?

"A human!" the Alpha barked, making me jump. "I sentence her to death." "No, please..." He scowled. "She dares talk back. Feed her to the lions immediately!" "Stop!" a shaky but clear voice called when all hope seemed to be lost for me. An old man with a long beard that made him look mystical came into view and addressed the Alpha King. "You cannot kill her, my King, for that human is your mate." *** Frustrated with her family trying to push her to continue her father's legacy as a legendary werewolf hunter, Silver tries to prove to them that werewolves do not exist. A prophecy makes her family turn against her and when she discovers this, Silver runs away into the forest but is captured by the same werewolves she does not believe in. Alpha Damon is the ruthless Alpha King of the Reborn pack, the pack of all packs that banded together after being displaced for years by the humans. He shares a common hatred for humans with the other werewolves, as his mother was brutally murdered by one. What happens when they start to fall for each other, his mate, who he previously rejected? What happens when she discovers the true meaning of the prophecy and how much responsibility she has? Will their love be able to survive when he discovers her father was his mother’s murderer? Will she remain with him when she discovers his grand plan; his plan to wipe out her entire clan as revenge? Will he still go ahead with the plan now that she has captured his heart? Will she show him the true meaning of redemption?