Murderino Book Club Novels & Stories

I picked up another page and skipped it just to see the dates of their deaths; all of them died this year and with the dates so close together. My heart beat a little harder as I wondered about who these people were, about why Sebastian had this book... about who killed them. Did he kill them? I stared blankly at the page and swallowed painfully. Then, I looked back at the other pages. This book is very thick, and there are so many victims. People I didn't know had battered faces or sometimes pale eyes. It came to the last one. And I froze when I saw whose photo was on the very last page.

"Kneel! Didn't you hear us tell you to kneel?" After I used the last of my strength, I collapsed onto the floor. Seeing I wouldn't kneel, Lester slowly approached, pressing the sole of his shoe onto my head. "You were fighting ten of us just now, weren't you? How come you're lying on the ground, licking my shoes now?" Ignoring his taunts, I looked past Lester's sneering face toward the urn on the table. That eight-million-dollar urn was the very thing that had nearly cost me my life at Lester's hands.

My heartbeat thumped so loudly in my chest that I didn’t hear Vinnie’s words the first time. “What?” He muttered once more with serious conviction, “Luciano’s murder.”

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

Next scene, Geneva's mom and Cindy went to police station to report and file a case, Geneva's mom wrote as a compliant instead of Cindy, While Cindy is sitting at the hall way she saw her classmate before, She looks like nervous and Cindy asks her if she's alright, The girl biting her nails while walking around the corner, When she saw Cindy she runs quickly to get out of sight by Cindy, Cindy doubted what's her problem, she ignored it remembered that it was her bullies, Geneva's mom came back at Cindy, told her that she already filed a case against the incident, They will contact Cindy for further notice, Cindy said thank you to Geneva's mom for her kindness and wasting of time,

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

I’m in my office reviewing some information Pietro managed to find out about Katherina’s murder. From what I see, it was something planned for a long time. They had been following her and, as if that weren't enough, one of her men helped carry out the crime. As soon as I find him, I’ll deal with him myself. As I keep reading, I find something that makes me even more furious: they had the firm intention of killing Alexandre as well. I let out a scream of frustration and throw my whiskey glass to the other side of the room, shattering it against one of the walls.

It would be a suicide mission. I start to tell him as much, but Nora interrupts. "We will," she says. "We're gathering Guild members. Once we have enough, we'll make a move." I frown. The Guild? I've heard my parents talk about that a few times but only in hushed tones. When I asked them about it once they told me not to worry about it. Marlow, one of the boys in our group, gasps and points. "Look!" It's a Silver Hunter, running behind the house, trying to get away.

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.