The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

"She called for help, and not only did I hang up on her, but I also mocked her for pulling petty tricks like this." He was shaking violently. "I killed her, Chris. I was the one who sealed her fate with my own two hands." Throat tight with grief, Chris could only hold him closer. After all, any words seemed pale and powerless in the face of such truth and despair. After what felt like an eternity, Connor gradually stopped trembling. He pushed Chris away and staggered to his feet. His face wore an eerie, almost unnatural calm. He took off the uniform jacket that symbolized his role as a patrol officer and draped it gently and carefully over my mutilated body.

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.

"I told you it was her! Officers, why aren't you arresting her?" Leon finally "broke down". His eyes turned bloodshot. "Officers, I-I don't want to believe it… but the evidence is right there. My grandma raised me since I was a boy…" His voice cracked, and his shoulders trembled slightly. The onlookers in the hallway began throwing pitying glances his way. "That poor guy. His wife murdered his grandma." "Karma will catch up to her. A toxic woman like that deserves to rot in prison." The police officer turned back to me, his tone strictly professional. "Ms. Spencer, the evidence we have now is heavily stacked against you.

I cocked my head from right to left. I noticed that one of the books was open and I approached slowly with a frown. There was a part underlined in fluorescent yellow that said: "Not everything that is around you is real, sometimes the same wolf dresses as sheep to hunt" "Shit!" I said quietly. I don't know why, but I related this sentence to what was happening. The double lives of my "friends" and of course the murder of Max, I was sure they had murdered him. But ... How did these books fall here? Who opened this book in this chapter? ”I wondered.

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

He answered and dropped a couple of snapshots on the table. "The police are getting real interested in the murders. He was a Kelion hitman and died the same way the others did.... A bullet in each circle of their triskeles tattoos.'' The two women both looked at the pictures. "Who could it be?" Elva wondered, furrowing her brows. "Does it really matter? We should be grateful." Naomi seethed. "Any news of Jake yet?" "Not yet, ma'am. We're still searching though." "And the reports?"

I say, suddenly regretting asking him the question. "It's okay," he assures me. "I was killed in a raid on a super hideout. The Silver Hunters had received a tip that a group of shifters were hiding out in an abandoned warehouse. I was part of the team that went to investigate. Things escalated quickly, and before I knew it, there was a full-blown battle taking place. I was shot in the chest, and that was it. It was a mistake going there. I was following orders, but that's no excuse. I'll have that on my conscience for eternity."

And they all kill people. It was written in the book those persons that were killed by Vicenzo. Every name of the person he killed was like a trophy because most of those names are also a member of a mafia organization and has a rank or with a higher position that helps him to become more powerful and influential. They do different kinds of illegal deeds which I couldn't accept. I really can't believe that every person in this house commits a horrible crime. I was in the middle of these dangerous people. I was like living in a dungeon full of hungry lions. Vicenzo, Calcifer, Greco, Boise, and Piato. They are all dangerous... and I couldn't accept it.

It is sure as shit more comfortable than it was with Alessia, or any other broad. “So why call yourself a monster?” he brings me back on track. “Because it’s true,” I mutter. “I’m a fucking murderer, C.” He kisses my shoulder. “An enforcer following orders, but you don’t have to go and repeat the mistake.” “I didn’t have any orders to off my old man, shoot him in the spine while his back was turned…” It’s hard to get this out. I never copped to this murder, not with Sicillio and not even to Carm. I think bro guessed what happened just from the look in my eyes anyhow. He knew I’d done something during that job to get the old man killed. I never admitted I was the one to put the bullet in him