Murderer Synonym Novels & Stories

It meant they were arguing. "I know Mother. I know you don't want me anywhere near you but please allow me to take you out of this shackle. We can-" "No Angelo. I don't want to go with you, stay with you, or associate myself with a murderer. Joining the mafia world wouldn't change anything. You're no different from the enemies. Just leave." I heard the sound of footsteps making me rush away from the door. My head turned at her words. Why was she referring him to as a murderer? Her son? Who did he kill?

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.

Memories of us—laughter, arguments, and promises—flashed. Fear clawed at my chest, twisting into something heavier. Cold shivers ran down my spine, reigniting the guilt I’d shoved down. I’d murdered two men. The word echoed in my head, loud and suffocating. Murderer. Not a victim. Just another monster drenched in blood. I’d become exactly what I hated. “I—I’m sorry,” I apologized, retreating as a sharp cramp seized my lower abdomen. “I didn’t mean to… He wasn’t going to let me go. ‘’

Hudson said in a sympathetic voice. Mr. Brown, another one of the anti-me board members nodded. “It’s so sad to lose a man as magnificent as that. Do you have any idea who the killer is?” My eyes locked on Bryon’s as I gave them my response. “Matter of fact, I do. And I’m going to make sure they get what’s coming to them.” Mr. Hudson nodded in understanding. “Exactly. Murderers have to pay for their sins.” Again, my eyes found Bryon’s, and from his place on the sofa, he shot me a glare that also reached the back of my visitors’ heads.

I was not willing to give up, so I went back to the crime scene again. Because of the murder in this building, the neighbors had already started packing and moving out. Even in broad daylight, the heavy smell of blood from across the hall made my skin crawl. I put on my gloves, stepped past the police tape, and searched for clues again. Warren was a pork butcher. Years of slaughtering pigs made his hands steady with a blade. That matched the killer’s profile. His house had all kinds of large cleavers. That fit the means as well. But why did the fingerprints not match? Whose print was the extra one?

“This kind of person has a twisted mind, but if you ask him to swindle Americans, he would not be able to speak a complete sentence in English. Instead, he would only be able to curse at Americans. Even if he wanted to defraud Americans, he would not have the strength to do so. He has a wicked mind but nowhere to use it, so he certainly will not turn his back on his thoughts. He can only find an outlet for it, and in this case, his compatriots are the easiest way out for him.” “In the United States, if an Italian, African, or Eastern-European person suddenly dies mysteriously or gets murdered, there is often times a high probability that the murderer will be their compatriot. This kind of th

He is gaunt, his clothes hanging on his once fuller frame. “You could say that, yeah. You see, Sophie is a murderer. Not only did she murder my wife, she murdered my friend. So I’m here to take her back. And you and your little MC won’t stop me. You think your family can do anything to me? You’re dead wrong, kid.” He says with a chuckle when I see another person walk out of the shadows to stand next to him.

"There is a strong link between the victims and the murderer. He killed his ex-girlfriend after the 100th day of their breakup. He killed the neighbourhood boy after the 100th day of his father's birthday. He killed that grocery store cashier after the 100th day of his university school graduation day. The list is long. It cannot be a coincidence. He is the total psychopath. " "They haven't found the murder weapon." Do Sejin voices out, "The link is pure guesswork." Seeing that Do Sejin is supporting the murderer, Eun Min Ah also stands up to support Do Sejin. "I agree with Do Sejin. The link between the murders is ridiculous. The prosecutors have to do a better job."

"I know right. That murderer is a true demon. Someone made of an evil heart. Don't you agree, Jean Luc?" "I know. He's a psychopath that does not belong on this earth. He's awfully cruel, and to be hunted by him is beyond dangerous." The side of her lips seemed to tug upwards for a moment before it was replaced with a frown. Jean Luc wondered if his mind made up the smirk.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t