Murderer Synonym Novels & Stories

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

“Why the hell would he even think of releasing a murderer?!” “I wonder why too. I’m pretty sure that peasant has something on him, you can never trust the ways of murderers. They can be a very good con artist and if care is not taken, he’d do something worse,” he rambled, huffing and gnashing his teeth and that just increased my suspicions. “Well, that’s why I’m trying to make friends with the murderer and Ashley Oscar too. I am going to get rid of that bastard!" I said gnashing my teeth.

“Depends. What are they following? How much of their life is hidden in the shadows?” “Fair point. I’m keeping Stranger stalker and Obsessed ex-lover for sure. The rest? I’m not sure yet.” I scratch them down on the list, then move to the next category. “Murderers—that’s easy.” Jenni snatches the pen again. “No, again, types of murderers.” She writes quickly before handing me the notebook. Murderer: Contract Killer/Hitman Mafia Enforcer Vigilante Serial Killer Black Market Dealer (who uses violence to protect their operation)

My heavy breath shook as I hurried back looking at the accusing faces with shock. "N-no...n-no...I'm... I'm not a rapist" I shook my head furiously denying the words she was spitting out. I wasn't a rapist...I'm not a rapist...I'M NOT A RAPIST. "You are a murderer Sunny...you killed me...you killed my baby...you killed my sister...you shall pay...YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR SINS" she cried demonically making me tremble with so much fear. "MURDERER"

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

Most of her hair had turned gray, and her eyes looked hollow. The prosecutor charged her with intentional homicide. The evidence was overwhelming. Her lawyer argued that she only intended to teach me a lesson, and she didn't mean to kill anyone. It was a case of mistaken target. The prosecutor stood up and spoke firmly. "She intended to kill an innocent child. That constitutes intentional homicide. A mistaken target does not change the nature of the crime. Moreover, the child she killed was her own son." There were gasps in the courtroom. Esther lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled.

Author's note: This is the English version of my novel entitled 'How To Be A Murderer,' I hope you guys enjoy and thank you very much for supporting its Filipino version. This is only fiction, and it can't happen in real life. I hope you guys enjoy reading this novel written by me. Love you all. Rules to be a murderer: Accuse someone of the crime you did. Be a liar. Be smart. Choose an appropriate weapon. Create a strong alibi.

"A fixer is someone who men like myself employ to do their dirty work. In my opinion, only cowards used them but you would be surprised how many men in my world preferred not to get their hands dirty " "You're saying that my father is like some sort of hitman?" "Not a hitman. A fixer. There’s a difference between the two. A hitman is a tool, a killer for hire if we're speaking bluntly. A fixer, on the other hand, cleans up messes. They tie up loose ends and ensure nothing gets traced back to the person that hired them.” I take a step back, shaking my head, "No, you said my father murdered your brother"

I muttered in agreement. He shook his head in disapproval. "No, detective. That was not what we meant. We mean to say, a real monster. The kind of monster who kills people and eats their organs and innards, drink their blood, or something like that," he suggested. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him incredulously. "So the killer would be a gremlin? Or perhaps, a goblin? How about a witch? A vampire or a wolfman? Was that what you and your team are trying to say?" I growled.

I muttered, my mind racing. Derek then showed me a picture on the tablet. My hands trembled as I saw Kian's back, brutalized with the words "Murdered by M" seared onto his flesh with a hot iron-like object. I felt a surge of emotions well up within me. "Who is M?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek explained that M was a mysterious figure who had also been responsible for the murder of Sara. "Sara was murdered by this same person?" I asked Derek, my shock evident.