Murderous Music Novels & Stories

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.

I pulled down the stuffy mask I was wearing, letting the fabric hang around my neck, and took a deep breath in. Squinting my eyes through the darkness to see better, I took an arrow from my quiver and equipped it into my bow. It wouldn’t be a difficult shot to make—I’ve shot targets from a much longer distance before—but I steadied my breathing anyway. My hands were perfectly still and my heart pounded in a regular rhythm against my chest. Sometimes, it scared me how unaffected I am with the murders I commit. The man was a sex offender, and all the others I killed were criminals, but they were cold-blooded murders nonetheless.

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

I explained. I breathed deeply again, and I started to speak, “The secondary rules stated how to get away with a crime you did. Rule number six; don’t be afraid, the seventh rule is to erase the evidence that will connect you to the crime you did, rule number eight is you must kill the witness before he tells the cops who is the real mastermind of the crime, rule number nine is you must kill your conscience, be masculine enough to hide your crime, and lastly rule number ten is you must plan everything before and after the crime. That is how to be a murderer according to this book, thank you,” I said, so my classmates gave me a round of applause.

The motherfucker dropped like a sack of shit, blood pooling underneath his expensive tux. Good. One less asshole to worry about. "Who set this up? Who's men are these, causing this chaos?" I said, already knowing who it was but I needed to confirm from him before I took the next action. Before I drew the battle line. No, the murder line, because there wouldn't be any battle. There would only be blood and killing sprees. The classical music had stopped playing, replaced by screams and the sound of shattering crystal. These rich fucks were getting a real taste of what our world was like, and most of them were cowering under tables like the cowards they were.

A thin trail of smoke rose from his cigarette as he sat in contemplation on a swaying chair, surrounded by soft music in a well-lit room. Abruptly, two individuals clad in black entered, gripping a person by the neck. The third person with them seemed on the verge of losing consciousness. "Sir, we've located the individual you were searching for." Rising from his chair, he grabbed the person by the mouth and declared, "What I desire will forever be mine. Understand?" Subsequently, he retrieved a gun from his pocket and fired, instructing his guards to tidy the room and remove the individual. He then departed.

In their work, this group combines elements of rock music, reggae, metal, dub, drum and bass and dubstep. **hidden desires *** You deceive your lovers What is vicious and divine. You can be a sinner But your innocence is mine. Give me pleasure Show me how it's done tease me You are the only one for me

"I am assigned to the multiple homicides that you were involved in. I'd like to hear your accounts of the events if you would be so kind." "Homicide?" Chloe hadn't even thought what to call what had happened: adultery, homicide, murder, suicide, or just brainless insanity. She brought a shaky hand up to her forehead and shook her head back and forth. "Mrs. Harris?" Mr. Policeman tried to get her attention. She was mumbling. "Homicide. Adultery. Homicide. Murder. Homicide. Suicide." "Mrs. Harris? Chloe?" He said louder with that authority that, for some reason, comes so naturally to certain people in his position.

The deafening sounds of thunder roaring as lightning struck across the night sky. “What else huh! What else do you want!” my voice echoed throughout the vast space as I stood there with my hands tied up to my front. Luciano was standing apart from me, but I could see that monstrous expression on his face. His murderous look broke every bone in my body. This was the man whom I loved more than life itself. The rocky hollowness of the cliff made it seem mournful and cavern loud. It echoed at first with a mournful sound, recoiling from the cliff rock. It rebounded, and its vibration was resonating in the spacious air. The bouncing and distortion of sound rang it out once more. Then it foundered

" No sounds came from inside, and Cody's patience ran out. He glanced into the closet, preparing to yell at me some more, but what he saw made his pupils constrict. An arm that had swollen to a grotesque size flopped out from the closet, and there were even maggots writhing across the decayed flesh. It was a horrifying sight. Cody stumbled backward in disbelief. He shook his head as he mumbled in a trembling voice, "No… No, that's impossible…"