Murderer Synonym Novels & Stories

This was retribution. Someone had taken a personal hand in each death. This was somehow different from the cool, impersonal work of hunters yet still close to it. Curious now, he sought out the other killers. Bodies three and four were side by side. One had buried his own knife deep within his throat, no doubt under an irresistible compulsion. The other's throat was completely ripped out. It looked as if an animal had done the damage, but Jacob knew better. He found the fifth body only a few yards from the two. This one, too, had seen death coming. The horror was on his face. His eyes stared obscenely skyward, even as his own hand gripped the gun he had used to shoot himself - the same weapo

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

He fell to the ground laughing. I took my gun from my back pocket and pointed it at him. "Even if you kill me it's not going to bring the old man from the grave, he's gone, along side with your family. You poor lonely orphan. Just look at you, yes, look at you. Moved from a toxic Mafia family to a family of Toxic Mafia people, your own in-law murdered your sister and your mother and you're still fucking the same dick over and over again, you're sick. You're fucken sick ".

The reason most of us think murder is a bad thing is because we have various values where murder is considered the worst. But there are situations in life where people can get so utterly trapped that the only way out is to commit the irreparable. I'm not saying it is a good thing, but I'm saying it is a quite different situation. And I may have understanding, even compassion in such cases. But I actually think there are many things worse Than murder. And I think there are people who deserve to be 'terminated' because they're doing some of these bad things. Drug dealers and child molesters are on that my list. Even Mafia Lords or Queens and that bring me down to my current case.

“Murderer, how do you do it? I was expecting my entire floor to be crawling with your blood but now that I'm seeing otherwise, I'm angry.” “I-I-I have no idea how,” I stammered. “It's something that just happens to me.” He went quiet for a while before speaking again. “Would you now agree with me that you are a murderer? That is something that happens to wolves who have shifted, not to talk of a lowlife omega like yourself.” Quietly, in order not to make him more angry. I answered because I still valued my life. “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes, I'm a murderer,” the words tasted sour in my mouth. But anything to escape seeing his livid side.

Ethan continued to feign a false tears, exclaiming, "That is my friend; who could possibly commit such a heinous act against him, and why must it occur in our apartment?" Officer Smith responded to Ethan's lamentation promptly, "Ethan, it is clear that the alleged murderer harbours malicious intentions towards you, yet you remain blinded by friendship, failing to see the truth. Had you been present on the day of this incident, he might have framed you for the crime. He left his residence to commit murder in yours; consider this carefully."

Me, who just wanted my family, my home. But when police finally arrived, their blue and red lights flashing in my eyes, I sat on the floor, the shotgun still in my small hands, and decided yeah, murderer isn’t so bad. Better a murderer, after all, than a bitch.

To think for one second that I believed he had good intentions towards me. I couldn’t be more fucking wrong. He was a stone-cold murderer, along with his friends. Why had he killed Piero and Harold? Sure, Piero was a fucked-up man… But why did he kill him? And Harold hadn’t done anything bad the entire night. Hadn’t put a foot wrong… Yet he killed him too. He was a fucking monster. Adrian was a fucking monster.

"What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?" Everyone looked at him. Damian's eyes moved between Quinn and Adrian. "What if the murders aren't revenge for a death?" His voice dropped lower. "What if they're revenge for covering one up?" Nobody had an answer. Because for the first time since the investigation began, that theory actually fit. Almost too well. Then another memory surfaced in Adrian's mind. A small detail. One he hadn't thought about in years. His expression changed instantly. Quinn noticed. "What is it?"

“I am not worry about killer will be caught or not, I am looking at the resentful comment of public for somebody whom they don’t know.” Alex was confused by her. “Are you sympathize with a heinous killer?” “No, it’s not sympathy but I am sure every crime has a motive behind it. Why any person was pushed to this extent that he/ she has to commit the crime.” “Do you mean to say that the preparator is not responsible for the crime but others are responsible for his/ her crime?” “You can take it in this way, but nobody approaches anybody without any reason. You wanted to date to me you have ‘LOVE’ feelings behind it, similarly the person who killed those people could have deep hatred behind the