Otaku Murderer Novels & Stories

So, Tsuki would be investigating on two fronts, where he could find out more if he spoke to the spirit. Being a murder victim, she might as well wish her attackers dead, depending on everything, she would be thirsty for blood and revenge, even here he was in the Morgue, at that hour, the coroner, a short, bald man was making the report for damage, I say drilled holes. Around her listening to the report of the coroner, an old man, white and stocky, with thick glasses, in the midst of having two young and busty assistants. In which he had Lovecraft County police detectives as investigative colleagues, when Noriko Chan and Jack Lee and another detective on the case, Jason Jet, who were involved

His notebook was packed with meticulous notes: Main Perpetrator: Takeshi Tanaka (Grade 5) – monopolizing the classroom violence sector for two months Victim: Koji Sato – represents a vulnerable demographic, lacking defense mechanisms Accomplices: 3 (functioning as subsidiaries) Revenue Model: Extracting tangible assets via intimidation—snacks, allowance, etc. “This is primitive predatory capitalism,” Takuto muttered around the pencil in his mouth. Then, his eyes landed on the girl beside him. Miu Yamada—his nemesis from a previous life, once the cold-hearted department chief, now casually humming while doodling smiley faces on her eraser. “Hey,” Takuto nudged her with his pen. “What do you t

"I know right. That murderer is a true demon. Someone made of an evil heart. Don't you agree, Jean Luc?" "I know. He's a psychopath that does not belong on this earth. He's awfully cruel, and to be hunted by him is beyond dangerous." The side of her lips seemed to tug upwards for a moment before it was replaced with a frown. Jean Luc wondered if his mind made up the smirk.

The boy had falsely alleged that he wanted to kill his wife and Baby. "Sir we have found the boy and he has spilled the truth too. He has told that this work was asked by your friend Aisha to do it", On hearing this, Smaran turns straight to Aisha with a surprised look.

he replied, hinting with annoyance. “Do you also ask your innocent victims like this before you kill them?” With that, he remained silent. “Innocent,” he scoffed. I know that my patience is just hanging by a thread, this monster is now acting as a scissor to cut it. “You don’t have to explain yourself cause, either way, I won’t get it.” I smiled sarcastically. “Don’t think too highly of your kind,” he said. “We kill murderers, that’s just fair.” I shrugged and tried to read his expression.

I paused again and took a deep breath because I didn’t expect that it would slip from my mouth because I don’t want them to know about the murderer because it is me even if it is not the real “me” “The way he was murdered… I saw it… everything and I was surprised to see it in the news about the man who got murdered… I think he is trying to connect with me too… like the girl that I told you before” I said. Luna scratches her head and flips her hair while looking at me. I don’t know if she is reading me or trying to feel me by looking at me. “And we need to know about what happened to the girl because we made her a subject in our school project and we only have one month for that… that is why

Aaron informed him, watching the group of people gathered trying to see what was going on behind the yellow tape. "This scene seems familiar." Chad suddenly said, drawing Aaron's attention away from the group. "It is?" He asked his partner who didn't respond to the question. Aaron begged God for patience to deal with his frustrating partner. "In LA, there were three murders, all females. The killer specialized in cutting people up like parts to be used in a sacrifice. I actually admired how clean he could be, doing something this delicate and not leaving a single trace of himself.... splendid, isn't it?" Chad turned his light grey eyes to Aaron's baby dark blue eyes. Aaron gave himself a men

"Don't ever make the mistake of thinking I'm good. I have committed more crimes than you can imagine. I have murdered in cold blood. I have transformed hundreds of mortals into vampires. I have doomed their immortal souls to an eternity in hell!" Aya sat motionless, shaken to the core, frozen by the intensity of his eyes. Murderer. Maker of vampires. Good God, if he wanted to scare her, he was doing one hell of a fine job. She leaped to her feet and dashed to the door. She had flipped open two locks before he grabbed her from behind. "Dammit, no." He shoved her aside and turned the first lock. With a hissing intake of breath, he pulled his hand away.

That's why he didn't notice the room's other occupant until it was too late. He felt the slight sting in his chest seconds after he saw the hand that reached out to him. His eyes widened when he saw his assailant's face as he fell to his knees. He was dead in less than a minute without a sound. The murderer stood over the fresh kill wiping off the blood from the poisoned stiletto onto the towel before turning and walking away. ... Mancini

"The first victim, Luigi, was strangled with high-voltage wire, his tongue torn out. The family's signature punishment for a 'big mouth.'" "The second, Mario, was filled with seven gallons of cement and thrown into the Hudson. A standard 'swimming lesson.'" ... I recounted the confidential details of all ten deaths flawlessly, my voice unhurried and composed. I even knew details the FBI's own autopsy reports had missed. A young agent's coffee cup shattered on the floor. His voice trembled. "This is all classified. It's from the FBI files. There's no way you could know this!" I shrugged, my expression a mask of innocence.