Shut Up And Give Me Murder Novels & Stories

' Blinking his eyes, he murmured, "Holy shit!" The two of them started laughing at him devilishly. Then Mr Black answered, "Yes I do... I want to know!" He yelled at them angrily. Hearing his answer, they stopped laughing in a jiffy and then one of them said, "We are here for a great deal and not for introduction," He walked around him and continued, "Cooperate and set yourself free... Refrain and you will be killed with no trace." Mr Black looked around, the place was like a building underground and truthfully anything can happen there without a trace.

“I'm gonna f**king kill you!” “You’ve gone mad, Shane! Why are you doing this to me?! I’m your cousin for God’s sake! Stop it! Even if you kill me, I won’t pass the 9.1 billion to you! You won’t—oww! Stop! Help, someone help me!” “Don’t you run, you piece of sh*t!” Shane screamed in fury, “Hand us the money right now, or I’ll make sure you wish you were dead!”

“I’m not some weirdo who needs makeup. Why would I carry a mirror around? I’m not the killer.” Warren was breathing hard. His eyes were sharp and hostile. “Still won’t drop the act, huh? You’re a murderer. I saw it with my own eyes.” Rebecca stepped in to stop the argument. “That’s enough. I see you really won’t give up until you hit a dead end.” She turned to Warren. “Warren, you’re sure you saw it with your own eyes, right? We can’t let a criminal slip away easily.” Warren looked a little confused by her tone, but he still nodded hesitantly.

"Cliff, I knew you'd help me!" He angrily threw her onto the ground. "I did this only to repay you for saving my life! I'll transfer five million dollars to your account. From now on, you and I do not owe each other anything. Do not show up in front of me!" Since I was already dead, I did not want to be heartbroken over Clifford. Still, I could not get over the audacity of his actions. I confronted him, "You keep saying you're regretful, so why did you cover up for a murderer and pay her that huge sum? Is your avoidance the 'punishment'?"

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“Or let me just do the easiest way and just kill you right now. Either way, I still get what I want. But where's the fun in that?” I shut my eyes close, ready to accept my fate. “Don’t hurt him!” Fuck!

before i complete my sentences he interferes "Shutup! just be quite i don't need a stuff like you who is in so much of violence" "You are rejected" I shocked listening his fucking decision

“Please…” “Shut up and come and get it.”

One of the officers with a moustache and a more muscular build replied. "Abel? How the fukc do you know its me. I'm dead, everyone thinks I'm dead. And then some pussy ass cops of all entities are the first to know I'm alive." Abel snapped, angrily simultaneously cocking the gun he held ,pointed at the side head of the officers in his grasp. Letting them know he means business.

"It doesn't make me likable in any way." "Yes," he agreed, though he was unsure, "but I understand now." As if that was all it took for her to open up. "That changes nothing," she repeated again. He does not respond. Instead, he said, "Do you think murderers can stop being murderers?" "You want me to stop?" she asked. "A question." She considered for a minute, her eyes darting around the room before landing on Jean Luc again, "Perhaps? Does that satisfy you?" "It's enough." He nodded.