Murderous Affairs Novels & Stories

“Ma’am, please–” “That’s our… Why is she in handcuffs?! What the hell is going on?!” “She’s under arrest,” the officer said stiffly. “For arson. And two counts of murder.” Vivian’s heart stopped. Tasha gasped beside her. “Murder?” Vivian stumbled back, watching Clara’s pale form being pushed into the police car. Cameras clicked, reporters shouted, and still, Clara didn’t fight. She didn’t speak. She just looked out the window… and locked eyes with Vivian.

I had heard a lot about him, but only few had the opportunity to see what he looked like, I guess I had now joined the few, and while I had been here, knowing fully well it was his home and base, It had never crossed my mind that I might end up meeting with him, but now that I did, I studied him more, his look was nothing compared to what he'd been described as on the streets. On the streets, he was regarded as a merciless, cold-blooded murdering mafia boss who dealt in all sorts of illegal activities, from smuggling to money laundering to the sale of hard drugs and some even rumored that he murdered people who stood in his way, but the man here, the man before me looked nothing of the descr

It was dangerous. I pushed past Scott and rushed out. He followed. When I told him about the camera, his face went pale. He clearly hadn't known. So what was Colin planning? Installing a camera? Recording this? Scott tried to leave, but I grabbed his arm. "You need to tell me what's going on." He hesitated, then exhaled like he had made up his mind. He told me everything. Years ago, Natalie had been involved in prostitution. Scott had spent a fortune and called in every favor he had to keep it off her record.

huge dîck? Pushing the thought of Mr. huge dîck aside, I carelessly tossed my phone and purse on the table, then strides towards our small refrigerator, then snatched a bottle of water, popped the cover open and began taking large gulps. The bottle hit my upper lip, and some water spilled on me as I jumped in fright when the door was suddenly slammed shut, then I frowned and threw Megan a harsh glare which she thoroughly ignored. “I need you to start telling me what the hèck happened at the club, who did you murder? And I hope he's not an important person, is he?” she bombarded me with questions.

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

I just have to make a good first impression right? Rumors says that this man has broken more women's heart than he can count with his fingers. He is impossible to live with. Impossible to be in a relationship with. The papers always says that he only wants money, sex, and more money. He's not fond of romances. But that shouldn't stop me. His personal life, no matter how dark, is not my concern. This meeting is only about the interview, about his business, and whatever murk hovered around this man, he is a businessman and we have to talk business.

Summers said. “”I’m good too, how’s the weather in London?” Whitefield asked. “Cold, but not as cold as New York, where are you at the moment?” Summers asked. “I’m on my way to dinner, with my wife and daughter, is anything the matter?” Whitefield asked. “Well yeah, Mclean was murdered yesterday, his wife told me today when I went to inspect the paintings, and the sick thing is that he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, Carl I’m becoming more scared and worried”.

“Just do it dear, I will get rid of all the evidence once you are done! If you fail, everything we did in the past will be exposed. And… you know who the police will come to find, right?“ She trembled. Of course, all the things that her dad had used her for came to her mind. She would be the most wanted criminal in the world. She cried again. She did not have any choice. Things would be bad for her if she was ever exposed. “Dad… I really don't know if I can do it,” she said while trembling. “Killing… killing is not just anything I can easily do…” The man sneered and pushed her out of his study room. “You are not that innocent. Just don't ruin the plans for me. And make sure you don't have se

In the next second, the door slammed open and I turned to see Ulfred walking in with a troubled look on his face. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as I noticed he had his lips drawn into a thin line. "What is going on?" I asked. I could depict that look on his face. I knew he always had his lips in a thin line whenever he was troubled or whenever he had met a dead end. "You lived in the Crescent Pack, right?" He asked me and I nodded, swiftly. I wondered why he asked a question he had the answer to. "Why were you in hiding? What did you do?" He asked, and I frowned.

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.