Murderer Synonym Novels & Stories

“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.

“Aren’t we all in for the same thing?” “No, not me.” She laughs, “I killed my mate, his mistress and their twin sons because the boys watched my child die.” She casually says, “Long story,” she rolls her eyes, moving past the revelation like it's nothing. “But I cooked their kids, and fed them to them, then killed them.” What the fuck? She looks harmless, innocent except for that stare, but she’s a murderer, and a cannibal? Cannibler? Is there a term for someone who forces cannibalism on people?

Blondie looked at Big Ken with curiosity but did not squeak. Alex was frustrated, kicked Blondie fiercely, and yelled, "You've already fallen into our hands and still want to muddle through? No way! Not to mention pretending to be mute, even if you’re really f*cking mute, you can’t avoid the crimes you’ve committed. You’re now a murderer! It’s a serious crime!" "Murderer?" Blondie froze, then nodded and echoed, "I’m a murderer..." "You...you're not really a f*cking fool, are you?"

Their screams of absolute terror ringing in my ears loudly. My eyes clouded in rage, and I grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her up to meet my cold eyes, “you’re a murderer. You walk around like everything is fine and convince yourself that you played no part in all those people dying. You’re probably thinking right now that it was all his fault, if he didn’t force you into this life, you wouldn’t be the way you are now but guess what. This is what you are, who you are. You’re a psychopathic murderer who’ve killed thousands and tortured thousands and all you could say was that you didn’t want to be this way? You’re pathetic.”

I wasn't sure if I was going to hit him, impale him, or yell at him, but my mind felt too mad to consider which one was better. My best friend, my best warrior. Dead. Killed. “Murderer,” I roared, approaching him with a hard shove to his chest. He flung backwards like a rag doll, cackling as he fell to the ground. “Whoa, whoa now,” he teased, looking up at me with an entertained smile, “I’m a lot of things, but not a murderer.” “I know what you are,” I snarled, holding back the violent acts my body yearned to enstow upon him. “You are a liar, a sawyer rat, a murderer, and a treasonist.”

Josh asked with eager interest as he shoveled an enormous forkful of garlic mashed potatoes into his mouth. Hap leaned back and adjusted the waist of his pants. Although he’d removed his gun, he was still wearing his uniform. “We’re still trying to figure out what happened. There were all the signs of a wolf attack.” “If it was wolves, can you really call it a murder?” Josh asked. “Until the case is closed, it’s a killing. The definition of murder is an unlawful killing of a person. Therefore, it’s a murder; whether done by man or beast.”

But, it seems Nick was thinking too much. “To arrest the mother fucker of course, I tracked the plate number, he’s the owner of the vehicle he used in kidnapping you. I can’t believe such a careless murderer was giving me a hard time to find,” Nick explained, it was as if he was expecting Simon to ask that question. Nick could see that this murder wasn’t linked to the other assassinations that had been happening in the city, they weren’t the same people. And he had also find out that, the other murderer carried out his dirty work only once a week.

He walked away from her and took off his jacket, he placed it on the couch and ran his hands through his hair. “Well, I don't want to stay here with a fucking murderer!” Blakeley snapped and Alex walked towards her. “What the fuck did you just call me?” “A murderer, isn't that what you are?” She snapped and Alex watched her. “You aren't going to say anything? Well, of course, you can't. Because that is what you are. You fucking killed three people without showing any remorse, they have families, Alex. Those people have families and they are going to be heartbroken because of what you did.”

Just the first sentence threw her off in a second. “Did you just say hit-man?” she asked. Her head spinning as she spoke. “You mean you have killed people” she added. “Regretfully yes” he replied. “You have murdered people” “Just those who messed with me” he answered. “Messed with you, what does that even mean?. You are telling me that you have murdered people?” she asked. Her heart getting heavy as she spoke. There was so much silence coming from him that she could tell it was true.

I had almost forgotten he was here. “Get your felon ass off my bed, Roman.” My voice cracked with anger as I stepped into the room. “Else I’ll murder you myself.” He propped himself up on one elbow, a smirk painted across his face. “Felon? That’s a new one. I didn’t know I had so many nicknames.” “Would you prefer killer? Murderer? Vigilante? Assassin? Criminal? Take your pick, buddy. There's plenty to choose from.” “Fiancé.” The word rolled off his tongue smugly, like he’d won something.