Murderer Synonym Novels & Stories

hindi pwede! Nakita na ko na sila ng mga kaibigan nya ang pumatay sa mga magulang at kapatid ko..Hindi pwedeng si investigator ang gumawa nun..Alam ko talaga ang tunay na nangyare pero hindi ang nasa liko ng mga ito...

It was so fucked up to think about sometimes. If someone killed his friends while his brother stands by and watched, the person who had performed the killing and the person who had only stood and watched without doing thing to stop the killing and had instead turned a blind eye to it, are both going to get arrested— and her both guilty for the same thing, murder. There was no such thing as ‘I wasn’t as bad as him, I had only watched without doing a thing’. It’s still the same thing. That was the same thing that was happening in my life with the whole mafia.

He said. He clapped twice and all the lights went out. Then he walked slowly away from me as he whispered on word repetitively. Then his footsteps were no more. I was left in the dark again. But the word he had whispered remained in my head. Murderer. And he was right. I had killed someone. Someone who was just like me when I was smaller. Someone who as innocent and had a life ahead of her. I had killed a child, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a mate, a mother. I had taken a life that was not mine to take.

Maybe I should use this opportunity to ask more about it. “What’s a dark ripper?” My brother seems to hesitate. “Well, since you’re going to be a hunter anyway, I might as well tell you.” He decides after a very long pause. “The Dark Ripper is someone that we call the vigilante who kills demons that are off our radar. He hunts them down like it's some random sport or workout.” “That…doesn’t seem so bad, right? I mean, if he is killing demons, then isn’t that good?” There’s no doubt in my mind that I am the person that he is describing as.

She shouted. I saw their eyes looked at me with horrid, I heard their voices buzzed without learning the truth. "Indeed I am one bu-" "MURDERER!!" I heard a familiar voice from the back. The crowed paved their way, and I saw April with an emotion eyes. She looked at me with grief and said, "I've made friends with a murderer!" "MURDERER!!" The crowd reacted.

Matthews asked. “H is name is Edwin Wolfgang, a wall street banker, and he has been paying this guys to carry out murders for him all over the world for the past ten years, he has amassed wealth all through this years by selling off his victims collections” Danny said. “Was Ms. Johnson his last victim, or was there someone else in another part of the world that was murdered after her?” DCP Thomas asked. “There was a London based businessman who was murdered on the same night Ms. Johnson was murdered, last week two other people, were killed in a car bomb incident, which we were able to trace to the same group” Danny said.

He looked hungry. “James Carter…” I repeated, testing it on my tongue. The men around shifted, maybe sensing the sharp shift in my mood. “Tell me, what did they lock you away for, James Carter?” I already know who he was, or rather, what he was, but I couldn't be so sure, so I waited and listened. His lips twitched into the faintest smile. “Murder. Many murders.” His voice carried no remorse, just cold finality. “They called me a monster. A killer. But I was just… cleansing the world.”

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“I killed her…” “No, no, I’m not a killer. I’m a good girl. A good girl?” “Yes. A good, good girl.” “Hehe…I killed her…I killed her. I’m a murderer! I killed her!” “Sniff, sniff…she’s not going to let me go…”

To think I was happy he had moved my room to this place but at what cost? I still fail to understand why he murdered my landlord and the tenants. It just didn't make sense. Did he have a dispute with them regarding moving my things out or he was just trying to prove a point to me? I had a painful headache. The same ache that sent me to sleep off after crying my eyes out. It was difficult trying to think like a murderer. Maybe I was blinded by his good look to keep forgetting he is a Mafia man. He's the Devil in an Armani.