Murderer Synonym Novels & Stories

"I tend to kill people who make love to me. Getting to the height of pleasure, theirs, or mine, I end their life to quell my rage. That way, I regain myself again. And that's how I lose my mind. Carnage." Ray laughed. "You couldn't literally be a killer. Maybe, metaphorically, but not literally. No one who actually kills people says that out loud that they are murderers. They just do things. You on the other hand look so sweet, beautiful, and innocent that if paraded before the police, they couldn't possibly charge you for any crime because you just don't look the type." "Is that so?"

However, since he is Micah's best friend, I've come to know him, and I suppose I can say he has become a friend by acquaintance. During our separation, Ace took many lives, including that of the police captain who had been fired for abusing several women, including his own daughter for dating someone he disapproved of. It felt like Ace was establishing a pattern, almost as if he were trying to signal that he still remembers me. The true identity of the murderer remains a secret known only to Micah and me, and Micah becomes visibly upset whenever he sees the news reports about the killings.

“Innocent? Ha! He is a Matthews. He's a fucking murderer! He spend the rest of his life behind bars, where he deserves to be!” “NO!!” She cries out, scrambling to her knees. “He's a murderer!” The van leaves, but people appear in the trees, just out of her line of vision. They chant loudly, “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.” The bodies on the groud rise to chant with the rest of the town. “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.”

My guards were standing behind each of the blindfolded men as I looked over to them. Then I walked over to them. "This man is a murderer," I announced while pointing at the first one. I chuckled at the irony. I may be murderer too but I had never taken an innocent life. "He shot and killed a family of five while they slept in their beds. Two of them were just little children." I pointed at the next man. "This man did a hit and run. He killed a pregnant woman and her four year old son, leaving them to die," I said coldly.

" I found it hard to believe that someone like him was capable of regret and sorrow. He was a murderer who drove his victim to death, only to later claim he fell in love with her—it was laughable. Absurd, really. I couldn't help but sneer.

"Deny it until you die believing the untruth. But hey, Collin, you don't deserve anybody. Do you know what you deserve? To be alone and alone and alone until you turn gray and dies alone in your sleep. The people you killed will take your soul away from your rotting living body. They will hunt you down, Collin. They will make you hear their screams, their mourns until you would want to kill yourself. You are a murderer, Collin. You are alone..." "Stop." "Alone forever, no one would want you to be a part of them..." "Stop..." "Cast you away after they figure out what your color is..." "Enough..." "Murderer. A killer! A sinner! Cutthroat! Unwanted! Left behind! Unloved! Unimportant! Worthless!

She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed. Alice did not hesitate to click the video. It was an interview between Detective Sergio and a female reporter. The cop looked younger and more stern, but the air of confidence and strictness was still there. The female reporter, on the other hand, had sweats falling through her blue blouse. “Was it true that the Warrens are the main suspects for the murders?” the reporter asked. The younger Detective Sergio nodded and licked his lips. “Based on the forensic results, yes. Their fingerprints are found in the knife used to stab the Rocco brothers.”

My mind raced as I struggled to comprehend the depth of her obsession. "You are a murderer, Allison. A murderer shouldn't be a mother. A murderer shouldn't raise a child, not in this life. A murderer should rot in jail and die there, or better still, be hanged to death for the safety of the society. You are a threat to mankind; you should be killed!" I fired back, my voice filled with anger and disgust.

“Similarities such as?” “Similarities such as the day of the homicide, Sir. Coincidence or not, but both crimes happened on Thursday. They are also analogous in terms of way of killing, as both were chopped into pieces as if they are meat on a butcher’s shop. We disregard the belief that these two murders are not related and that they have different killers. Even though we lack solid evidence, we are confident to say that this is a work of a serial killer.” The vice-principal didn’t answer. After hearing the explanation of Detective Noel Hummingbird, he just let out a couple of deep breathers.

The words hit me straight in the face like thick ice. I want to move, but honestly, I can’t find my muscles nor can I find room to breathe. This whole place is impure. What do they mean? The word keeps repeating itself in my head. Murdered…Murdered. My friend was murdered.