Shut Up And Give Me Murder Novels & Stories

Playlist~The Kid Laroi ft Justin Bieber - Stay *Captive's Home* "Hey, put that away" Liam said with his hands up in surrender. "Shut up and take a step back!" "Don't shoot, we can strike a deal and get this over with" Liam tried talking him out and took a step back while Dark Blood helped himself up. "On your damn knees, now!" he orders and grimaces from the sharp pains that came from his thigh. Liam comply and went down on his knees. While right behind Liam Alice emerges from the room with a gun in her right hand.

“I mean you couldn't talk when I found you. Why are you looking at me like I caught you sneaking cookies?” I stared. “Zara…I thought you couldn’t remember me.” Her brows rose. “Oh, that. Yeah, Dante’s little memory-wipe trick.” She rolled her eyes. “He should know by now that crap doesn’t work on me.” My chest tightened. “But… he said—” “He says a lot of things,” she cut in, plopping onto the bed like she owned it. “I let him believe it works. It’s easier than arguing with Mr. Murdery all the time.”

I lowered my voice, keeping it steady. She hesitated, and her grip loosened slightly. However, she still held the surgical blade firmly in her hand. “You… You promise? Write it out now, or I–” Her voice trembled, breaking mid-sentence. After a pause, tears slipped down her face. “I didn’t want to kill anyone…” I quickly grabbed a pen and paper. “I’ll write it! I’m writing it out now! Just calm down!” I bent down, pretending to write on the floor, while quietly speaking into the earpiece, “Officer, what do we do now?”

Kicking them out is the best option instead my murderer side order me to kill them all, and also to avoid bloodshed in my mansion. Also to Erika's eyes.

“You believe words that fly around? “No. I did my research and investigations and realized that those words were even hiding a lot of things about you. You know what, this discussion ends here. Good bye to you Serena, never to cross paths with you again” “What did you just say? “You heard me loud and clear, miss mafia” “Miss what? I clenched my palm “Wanna kill me? Go ahead. That’s all you are good at, hitting and killing people. Murderer” “Murderer? You! I held in my anger and took a deep breath so as not to create a scene. “I owe you no explanation” “And I don’t need them. I’ll leave now” “Fine but just note this down, this isn’t going to be out last meeting”

she asked. "You don't give a fuck about what I want, your getting a paycheck anyway." I said, rolling my eyes. I knew what she wanted me to say, it was what they all wanted me to say. Indirectly at least. That I was a loose canon ready to explode. A sadistic, psychotic bitch with no feelings of remorse. A cold-blooded killer... Mrs Jones frowned, adjusting her glasses, "you're right, I'm getting paid for this. I have no problem failing you immediately because you're a murderer, a mons-"

The air grew heavy, and he breathed with the weight of an ancient secret about to awaken. Detective Muhammad turned his eyes toward Sheikh Shams al-Duhur, his voice trembling with a faint tremor: Muhammad: Malik... Malik is a murderer who commands evil spirits to kill the innocent. The police cannot arrest him... Shams al-Duhur slowly raised his hand, and Muhammad's voice fell silent, as if an unseen force had sealed his lips. A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence:

Melody glared at me, her brows furrowed. "Don't try any tricks. Give me the statue. When you're gone, I'll honor you, but I will take your place as chief designer. I'll live better, stronger, in your stead." I studied her smug expression, a faint smile curling at the corners of my lips. Without hesitation, I smashed the statue to the ground. A horrifying scream sliced through the air. "Ah!" A swirl of dark energy dissipated into nothingness.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV However, I don't operate in that manner. Stealing is punishable by death, murder is punishable by death, and reporting is punishable by, you guessed it, death. I grinned wickedly. I turned away from the man, laughing bitterly. "I would murder you even if you simply annoyed the hell out of me," I said.

Callum raised his hands looking for any confirmation but they all were just looking at him. "The fuck. The fuck. It’s not happening. It isn’t real. Oh my god. I am dead. I am dead. My heart isn’t beating. Oh shit. The fuck". He was rambling, covering his ear. He was running in the lounge like a little child. They were all looking at him, maybe he had lost his mind. And suddenly he halted. He opened his crimson eyes. He stared at them. Looking at their expressionless faces, he smiled, giggled and soon he was rolling on the floor holding his stomach.