Novel & Cerita The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

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.

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

said Cindy, "I'm not in the mood Cindy, let's go!" "Where should we go? Can we go to the Mall near our school?" asked Geneva, Cindy and Geneva decided to head into the Mall near their School, Geneva is looking around like she looks for someone, Cindy asks her who she's looking for, and Geneva says nothing,"let's go." They headed to Department Store first to fit the uniforms they picked and chose last time they came but didn't buy yet, After they pay for uniforms they went to National Bookstore which is there's a lot of School supplies,

“Happy? You think you can just waltz in here and replace your old life with this fairy tale? You’re deluding yourself. Everything good that happens here is a lie. And I’m going to make sure you see that, murderer.” Murderer ? Me ? I'm not a murder. I was unconscious back then. Though I was the only suspect but ... Murderer.... Murderer.... Am I ? I lost my words but I retorted . "What do you know about me ? You have always believed what you wanted to"! He let out a short laugh " you need a book from the library it catches fire ,you go to have dinner ,the lunch lady is fired your a monster, You are miserable and you ruin everything you touch ."

I invested in the shopping mall because they allowed me to build a basement that can be accessed only in a private elevator that only I and the head of security have keycards and one exit that only I can pass. When we arrived in the shopping mall we headed straight to the basement exit. Before we could even park our car a few gunshots were heard and I felt like I couldn’t breathe but still, adrenaline rushed through my body, and stepped outside, eyes searching for my wife near the elevator. I saw the three security men of the shopping mall lying in a pool of blood, five men wearing masks, one holding Alexandria captives, and one holding Claire.

His exact words were “Burn it all, wifey. Buy whatever you want. Make it perfect for my birthday and Christmas.” Like money could fix what he’d broken. Like shopping could erase the slaps, the starvation, the way he fucks around, the way he’d shown me my brother chained like an animal and then threatened to kill him if I ever stepped out of line. Guards were everywhere, black suits, earpieces, eyes tracking my every move. There were no other customers. The mall had been cleared for me. Only sales girls remained, they are young and nervous, dressed in uniforms with store logos, definitely Jasper’s people. They watched me like I was a bomb that might go off.

Through the process, she practically objectifies me and admires areas I know are impressive on my body. Don’t get me wrong; I cautioned her not to try any shit on me. Now that I am married, I strive to be loyal to my partner. The wall clock says eleven in the morning. Some minutes ago, Mad and Martha left to go clean up for the day, so he—my murderer—is able to sneak in without getting caught. “You feeling better?” “You know what they say, a murderer always returns to the scene of the crime,” I sneer. “Look, dude, I shouldn’t have.” He blows out air from his mouth.

Annabelle and Julissa had shopped in several stores, but they hadn't bought much. It was typical for women to go shopping like this—going around and around, even entering some stores multiple times. The assassin was already sweating bullets. If it weren’t for the knife tucked into his waistband, he would have been tempted to take off his down jacket. And he had never spent so much time following a woman around a shopping mall. He hated shopping in general, and now he was forced to do it while unable to act on his mission. It made him feel incredibly frustrated.