Novel & Cerita Murderous Affairs

“No I’m not. I’ve never been convicted of a crime. Therefore I’m not a criminal.” Grant looks at me and grins, then turns back to Duplass. “Me neither.” Duplass splutters for a second. It’s hard to protest an argument that’s 100% accurate, yet absolutely ridiculous on its face. “You – that’s – you have both engaged in activities that are against the law!” “Because a murderous asshole was trying to kill us,” I point out. “You ran from authorities in the United States and abroad!” “Because a murderous asshole was trying to kill us.”

This woman was full of lust. Their family set them up together, under the pretense of ‘Friends’ but Natalie knew ages ago that Bryson was homosexual and on top of that he didn’t like her, but she insisted on trying it out…6 months later he still doesn’t have a feeling for her, yeah she was beautiful and had a banging hot body, but he just didn’t like her, he doesn’t know why and no way he was going to defile his sexuality.

My boss pointed a trembling, furious finger at me. "So, Max—this is why I couldn't find Jean all afternoon. You seduced her! "No wonder you looked so strange. You were hiding Jean under your desk, fucking her!" The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Her expression twisted with rage. "I trusted you to look after her. Instead, you turned out to be an animal in human clothing. Jean is only eighteen—how dare you? In front of all those people, how could you do something like that? You're fired."

"Why did Marcus fake his death? What is he involved in that's so dangerous?" Alexander's jaw tightened. "I've spent five years investigating financial irregularities that started when Marcus was head of international acquisitions. Money laundering, shell companies, properties purchased with funds that can't be traced. I was close to proving everything, to clearing my family's name from whatever scheme he was running." "And my father?" "The evidence I found implicated them both," Alexander admitted. "But if Marcus was alive all this time, manipulating events from the shadows..." "Then my father might have been set up," Isabella finished for him.

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

Many hours pass by and still no word from either side. The maid still lies in a critical condition and Leia the victim also fails to open her eyes much to Mark's detest. From just sitting down by her bedside, he could already feel his blood boil from wanting to kill a certain someone but he knew it was not time yet. There's no way he'd get rid of his only clues to finding out about the true madman who dares to attend him and hurt his woman. "Tch! I'd kill her as soon as I'm done with her, but first, I'll make sure she suffers nice and slowly to the point where she wishes she could die," he murmurs to himself with his eyes like a maniac.

I made sure that I had cleared up what I heard this morning and this little stunt that Arthur pulled. When I went back to work, I couldn’t let myself be bothered by people who don't even understand how trivial and little it can take to slip and even die. But he isn’t ex and neither will he be someone I would date

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

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?"

“We didn’t.” “And that makes it better?” Alvin’s voice rose. “You think just because you didn’t plan it, it’s okay? Clause, my own best friend? My sister-in-law...” “Don’t,” I cut in quietly. “Don’t bring her into this.” “She’s dead!” he exploded. “And you’re sleeping with her husband!” His words echoed in the high ceilings of the sitting room like thunder. I didn’t flinch, but Gary did. He looked like someone had slapped him.