Novel & Cerita Shut Up And Give Me Murder

His laughter was a mess. There were a few seconds of laughter. His unattractive face could not be concealed. "Who gave you my name? I do not remember telling you. The hell, I have no idea who you are. Is there something I have overlooked?" My voice was laboured. I find it sickening that he knows too much about me. I was pretty sure I had never seen him before. "I have nothing to explain to you. You can not even begin to imagine how much I understand about you. Now I will stop. It was only the beginning of what I did. Soon, expect more from me." Despite his calm demeanour, he displayed the characteristics of a monster. He touched the gun with his tongue and cocked it. With a sigh, he closed

The neighbors pointed at them and cursed. "You monsters! You tried to kill Shannon for Jenny. How could a mother favor one child this much?!" "Does Shannon's life mean nothing to you? You vicious woman!" "Call the police! Have them both arrested!" Someone reached for a phone, but I stopped them. "Shannon, do you still want to protect them now?" "They tried to kill you, you know?!" I knew they wanted me dead. Otherwise, they would not have pushed me to get gastric sleeve surgery so quickly.

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?"

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.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

I yelled glaring at him. "Hmmm...I guess you don't want to answer the question because you know that what I am saying is true. Anyway, I will advise you that if you have the intention to commit murder, you should quickly dismiss the thought from your mind cos if you do, you might end up going to jail or might be sentenced to death. In other words, murdering someone will bring you nothing but doom," he said with a gentle tone of voice. "Did I tell you that I want to commit murder? Will you stop giving me your stupid advice!" I bellowed.

Without a trace of emotion in his voice, he whispered, "I'm not playing around, Miles. I have murder in my mind..." Well... I'm fucked!

He threw down all his weapons, giving up any form of resistance. "So, he seeks death," I murmured. "Yes," the Beta said. "Our informant heard his last words." On the screen, Alistair tilted his head back, a smile of relief on his face as tears cut through the grime. "I'm coming, my love. My child. I'm coming to pay for my sins." I closed the video and picked up my coffee. Atone? No. This was just the beginning. Death was too easy for him. I mind-linked Lucian.

Crime scene investigators trying to piece together what the fuck had just happened to cause a shootout in the middle of the city. And me? I was sitting in this sterile room pretending I gave a single fuck about any of it. "Mr. Mortivane." A cop appeared in the doorway. Young. Eager. The kind of stupid that gets people killed. "We need your statement about the attack." "Not now." "Sir, this is a murder investigation—" "I said not now." He opened his mouth to argue. I looked at him. Really looked at him. Let him see exactly what kind of man he was dealing with. The kind who'd just killed four people and would gladly make it five.

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.