The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Novels & Stories

Jack came out of the mall and went to a shop for purchasing the food item. While returning home, he saw a large crowd near the same mall. He went near the crowd and shocked. The man who was following him was lying dead. His neck was punctured with protruding fangs and sucked his blood. People were talking that he fell from the eighth floor of the mall. No body could see the murderer.

I smiled. Someone was coming up behind him, a customer passing perhaps. The customer dipped a hand in his bag and then the light reflected off something on his hand. I furrowed a brow, squaring my eyes at it but I couldn't comprehend fast until the customer got to the guard and drove the shiny object into his spleen from behind. I see blood. My lips parted and without thinking I yelled. “Killer!!!!” Hailey looked my way instantly. The entire mall joined too, maybe. The man pulled a gun, stepping away from the guard. His hands were covered in blood. Panic erupted.

The first man tried to crawl away, his nose already bent sideways but she grabbed him by the hair and slammed his skull into the dumpster with a hollow clang. Once. Twice. Again. Until he went slack in her grip. I couldn’t breathe. Blood smeared her hands, splattered her face. She looked alive in a way that chilled me. Like this — this carnage — was her real element. She straightened slowly, chest rising and falling, eyes blazing under the streetlight. For a second, she just looked like something straight out of a horror movie. And that’s when the dam broke inside me. “You’re…a murderer.” My voice cracked, louder than I meant. I crawled back on the dirty pavement, my palms scraping against t

I wanted to forget about that night, but now that the police were calling for witnesses or anyone that could tell them anything about the case, what am I going to do? I turned off the TV, picked up my bag and totally forgot about the toast until I had locked up and was walking down the street. I took another route to the bookstore because I was specifically avoiding that alley. But even though I had avoided the alley, every single person that came to the store wouldn't stop talking about the murder. A particular lady had been so annoying that I had to lie about closing the shop before I could get her to leave.

He turned to flee but I caught his left arm and ripped it off. I was ready to unleash my anger on everyone in the mall. I wanted to shed their blood in utter anger. I chased the rest of the guards, and those of them who pretended to have no answer to my questions lost their lives. My men blocked the entrance of the mall, keeping everyone within the mall. Grabbed another guard by the hair. “Tell me, where is the watch room?” The guard looked at the elevator. For sure, the mall deserves to be totally destroyed for giving space to whoever shot Valerie with the poisoned dart.

“But I’ll be watching.” “That’s fine.” I walked into the mall alone. The blast of cool air and chatter hit me instantly. Music hummed softly through some speakers. It felt surreal… like I had stepped into a different world, one where murder investigations and accusations didn’t exist. I headed straight to a familiar boutique, one I’d shopped at countless times before. The young woman at the counter looked up and froze. Then she smiled, tentative but warm. “Madam Maxwell… I’m glad you came in today. With everything going on…”

"Vampire. Solid eight out of ten. Great bone structure." Jenny bursts out laughing while Mom pinches the bridge of her nose. "Catherine." "Yes, Mother." "Try to enjoy today." June hums quietly beneath my skin. We both know enjoyment isn't the problem. Control is. The mall smells like perfume, sugar, and expensive lies. Humans drift through the crowds carrying shopping bags and iced coffee completely unaware that half the predators in the building could outrun their cars. Tara drags us into a high-end boutique like she owns the place.

She’d rarely finish eating it, as it would usually taste like nothing: at most, maybe spoiled, because the corner shop at the end of her street was no real supermarket and the deliveries kept coming in rarer, since people would only rarely come grocery shopping there On her way to and from the shop, Helen usually passed Mrs Mueller's window, and stopped at its squeak. Not so often, lately. In the crisis it barely ever opened. Someone had snitched on Mrs Mueller, and told the police she kept inviting people inside. Not a trivial offence, in a year of longing: having tea with anybody else could make you into a murderer, nowadays. The traitor had been an angry neighbor who had never understood

she said. "Let's go there now," Ashley said, taking Larisa's hand. They got back into the car, and Ashley drove to the New Huxley Shopping Mall. As Ashley parked her car in the shopping mall parking lot, Larisa looked around in awe at the massive structure of the New Huxley Shopping Mall. They made their way inside, and Larisa was immediately struck by the bustling crowds of people shopping in every area of the mall. She couldn't believe her eyes as she realized that the shopping mall was owned by her ex-husband, Marcellus Huxley. The memories of their past flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of shock and discomfort. Despite her emotions, Larisa tried her best to put on a

Aside from the system notice confirming the deal, there was nothing. I paused, then clicked into the buyer's profile. That was when I noticed something wrong. His profile picture was greyed out. The account had been deleted. If there was nothing to hide, why delete the account so quickly? Those suggestive photos kept replaying in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more unsettled I felt. I took the entire next day off. Triumph Hotel. I had to see for myself. … The next morning, Chloe acted like nothing had happened, casually handling one of her other cameras.