Shut Up And Give Me Murder Novels & Stories

My voice cracked, the words shattering from me like glass. "I'm nothing but a shitty murderer! And now look at me—guarding my own fucking life!" I looked up at the sky, not even seeing it through the tears. "System! System! I know you're out there, you're always fucking listening! This is the reason you brought me back, isn't it? To reflect on all the shit I did? Well, congratulations!" I choked on the sobs now, body trembling. "I see it! I get it! So please, I'm begging you... just kill me again!"

“I realize death is the only way I’ll ever be free from the consequences of a crime I didn’t even commit. So kill me. Just do it and be done. Because there’s nothing for me, nothing worth living for.” “Shut the hell up!” Deadrick lobs the bottle at me. Drunk as he is, he’s still got good aim. The bottle smacks into my temple before shattering on a nearby rock. The shards skitter across the forest floor, and several crunch under my feet as I stumble.

I yelled at her and she slapped me really hard on my cheeks and tears fell down from my eyes "You can slap me all you want but that won't change the truth, you are a murderer, a cold blooded murder, Britney Roberts YOU ARE A MURDERER" I shouted at her "ENOUGH" She shouted closing her ears with her palms "Yes I'm a murderer so what, it's nothing new right now I've had enough of your games" She said and went to the table beside her and brought out what looked like a pistol. And my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the gun

" I shouted at my wife 😒😒😒😒 "So what, 😎😎😎 don't talk and act like you never killed your any blood related persons in your life. And also don't forget if Murat comes to know what we had done with Khushi's family, and with her parents he will surely kill us or send us in jail " said my wife.. She is right but I can't kill Murat now. Because he is a golden egg for me, but if he comes again in my way then I will also kill him because I only love my money and my power.....only my money and power💀💀💀💀

“Innocent? Ha! He is a Matthews. He's a fucking murderer! He spend the rest of his life behind bars, where he deserves to be!” “NO!!” She cries out, scrambling to her knees. “He's a murderer!” The van leaves, but people appear in the trees, just out of her line of vision. They chant loudly, “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.” The bodies on the groud rise to chant with the rest of the town. “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.”

His death is on me. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! MURDER!

This instantly cleared Dave mind , “ So she was planning to poison me “ , he whispers to himself . Life became a war for the wedded couple with each planning for another to die first. During dinner Dave cut off the electricity and claimed he didn’t pay for electricity and would pay tomorrow as it was already late . Dave had a plan , a good plan , a smart plan that would definitely not end with him dying first. He placed the final candle on the dinner table and admired his work. Romantic. Elegant. Deadly .

' 'You're the reason he's dead. 'You're a murderer.' 'All you do is hurt the people that love you.' 'You killed him.' 'You killed him.' "No. Shut up! Shut up!! Shut up!!!" I cried out, running my hand through my wet hair and tugging on it like I wanted to rip it off my head. "Shut up!" "Chip?!" I heard the door to the bathroom open and the shower door slid open revealing Dean. "Jesus Christ, Chip..." "Shut up! Just shut up!" I sobbed.

I couldn't hold it in. My eyes watered, unwanted memories played a cinema on my mind and the voices started, spitting harsh words at me, venom laced in their voices. What were you thinking? That you were going to be congratulated? Go right ahead and hide, since that's all you do. Murderers always hide. Sink into your hole and hide. "No, no, stop. I'm not a murderer, No!!" I yelled out loud, breaking into cold sweat, pleading, commanding, yelling. Anything to make the voices to stop. Still, they continued.

Her aching wrist didn't bother her. She clung to him as tightly as she could. She refuses to let go. She yearned for her brother's warmth. She intends to murder him. She will undoubtedly do so. Everyone noticed her eyes glowing at the thought. _____________________________________________________________________ Our Twenty-fifth Chapter!!!! Finally...I was really busy with college work. Hope you like it. Word Count: 1048