The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Novels & Stories

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

The old owners must have forgotten their old books, I could have sworn I’d seen insects run across the books. I just hoped it wasn’t haunted, you never know the reason people leave their belongings behind. I walked back to the living room. “Mr. Big said we should help you with the shopping, tho the interior designer is going to be here in a few minutes,” one of the guards said. “Do we have to shop right now,” I asked, they quickly nodded, I fill them, a car waited for us, we went to the mall, we shopped everything, every time I carried something, the guards took it away from me.

“Twenty thousand in credit card debt. Four thousand from online loans. Last week, you mortgaged the house your parents left you, took out one hundred thousand, and put it all into a speculative gaming assets investment. “And that investment collapsed the day before yesterday. “Overnight, you lost everything and ended up buried in debt.” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Yes, I needed money. But that didn’t mean I killed anyone. “We have reason to believe you planned this murder to secure the ten-thousand-dollar reward and to take revenge on your boss and colleagues. “You know how these escape rooms work. You led them into the trap, then hid yourself in a safe compartment and controll

“Everytime you kill, you take the wallets. I always find them dumped somewhere not too far from where the murder took place. You leave everything, but there is never any cash.” “So I’m a murderer and a thief.” Silence surrounded us. I guess he didn’t know how to respond to that remark. I wouldn’t either. Still, I’d be scared shitless if some scrawny young girl was to tell me this. There was a soft knock on the door. I quickly jerked my head around, hating the fact that my back was facing the only entrance and exit to the room. I wanted to see who would be coming through the door.

suot ko ang itim na hoddie at itim na mask. Agad akong pumunta sa coffee shope kung sa magkikita ang dalawang demonyo.Kung paano ko nalaman ay tinext saakin ng investigator ko.Nandito na ko..kung san pinto ng coffe shop.Nakayuko kong binuksan ang pinto ng shop at ng biglang may nakasanga akong lalaki tiningala ko ang ang lalaki at nagulat ako ng makitang si manuel pala iyon..

Just meals arriving at regular intervals, books appearing mysteriously on the table they had brought in for me and Nikolai walking in and out whenever he pleased like this was all perfectly normal. Psychopath. I turned a page in the novel resting on my lap, trying to focus on the words despite the restless energy crawling beneath my skin. Escape was all I thought about lately. But escaping from a heavily guarded Russian mafia mansion turned out to be significantly harder than I imagined. Who would have guessed? I sighed and stretched slightly on the sofa, adjusting another oversized black shirt I had stolen from Nikolai’s wardrobe days ago. Not stolen…Borrowed indefinitely. The door suddenly

He choked, his eyes going wide with shock as he fell backward, crashing into a clothing rack. Another cloaked man rushed around the pillar, his eyes furious when he saw his partner on the ground. He raised his weapon at me, but I didn't hesitate. I held the gun with both hands, aimed for his chest, and fired again. The bullet struck him dead center, and he collapsed onto the floor, motionless. My hands were shaking, the scent of gunpowder and blood filling my nose. Suddenly, a massive, thunderous roar shattered the remaining glass in the mall. The air in the building instantly grew heavy, thick with a suffocating, murderous aura that made it hard to breathe.

. Behind me, a man blocked the door. He wore black turtleneck and had thick arms and brass knuckles gleaming like death threats. He didn’t shout “freeze”; he didn’t need to. You don’t need a script when you’ve got perfect murder set up, and the victim had no chances. I dove behind the desk at the last millisecond. The trophies rattled, and the books produced surprised, clattering sound. My heart thumped against my rib cage so loud I thought it might knock the world off its axis.

Greying hair was cut short on either side of his head and his face was handsome. I hadn’t realised he was handsome before and he didn’t look as old as I was told. There had only been one photo I had seen and they didn’t really look like the same person. Only I knew they were. This was Elio. Crime boss, murderer, future husband if my stupid brother got his way. One deep breath , and then another and my finger curled around the trigger. I was going to kill the man in the hotel room across from me, and when I was done I was going to fucking kill my brother for putting me in this situation to begin with.