The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Novels & Stories

While waiting for him, I could not help but think about what I discovered earlier. A part of me wanted to do something about it -- to correct or get her arrested -- but I didn't know which side I was going to take. Would it be Norman who provided me with everything I needed in the meantime or the woman who shared the same thought as mine - to see this shopping mall getting bankrupt? What's the point of defending the mall's reputation if those people who managed it were nothing but evils? I dreamed of seeing Mauricia experience getting drowned, getting poured with a hot cup of coffee, or choked on the neck.

I ignored the first feeling when I was about to enter here, I wanted to know why I was getting it this time. The room looked a mess, like there had been a scuffle in it, and there was a man on the floor holding his bleeding thigh where a shoe heel was stuck through. The idiot was attempting to remove the heel in his thigh. If he did that when there was no form of medical attention available, he would bleed to death in just a few minutes. And he had his back turned to the door which was stupid. The easiest way to die in this business is to be careless, especially with security. But apparently, no one here cared for their safety. Putting a bullet through his head would be so easy. I had alread

Not until I'm safe. Turning a corner, I run down an empty street. The Guild chose this town for one of our safe houses because it's so empty. A mill, its main source of income, closed decades ago. Most of the buildings here are closed up and empty. Which means there are very few humans around. For the first time, I question that choice. If there were more humans around to be witnesses, would the Silver Hunters hesitate to attack me like this? Do they even know how to wipe memories?

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

He didn’t seem fazed, his gaze fixed out on his latest novel as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. Yes, he just grew a sudden interest in book lately. I shifted in my seat, my fingers playing with the hem of my dress. When we arrived at the mall, the grandeur of the place was overwhelming. Shiny black cars parked neatly outside, and the building shone under the sunlight. Lucas stepped out first, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves before the driver opened my door. I slid out hesitantly, clutching my bag as I took in the scene. People were watching. Not us specifically—at least—but the convoy of cars and the two towering guards who flanked us as we walked inside had turned more than a few

The elevator opened on the second floor of the shopping mall and a gasp escaped her lips. The Mall Infront of her was the most magnificent place she has ever seen.. The items were not only meticulously placed they were also the prettiest she'd seen.. Everything in the store screamed luxury and more luxury... "What do you want to buy first?" He asked and she walked towards the clothing sections without saying a word and he also followed behind while Elias and the rest of the guards that were in the Mall cleared the entire second floor so they could shop without any problem.. The Mall belongs to Nicklaus anyway and he could do whatever he wanted....

Alice immediately found her thoughts funny and absurd. Why would she need a crime board? Yes, she wanted answers and justice for Helena's death, but she was no detective. She was clueless at solving crimes, and Helena's case was not a game she could just barge into. Alice heaved a deep sigh as she stared at the vast mall in front of her. The illuminated place was vibrating with a happy and carefree buzz. Whispers of joy and squeals of laughter were everywhere as kids and teenagers ran around, buying costumes for the nearing Halloween.

this author hopes you will enjoy reading Ava being a bad arse here. --- The shoppers inside had no clue what was about to unfold. A gunman abruptly fired several shots into the ceiling, sending a deafening crack echoing through the mall. Chaos exploded like a powder keg. People screamed, their voices tangled with panic, some collapsing to the floor in sobbing fits of terror.

There is no shame in this. This particular victim was a girl that he saw shopping at a charmingly modest used bookstore that also doubled as a bakery, and she had exquisite calves. They reminded our killer of his days in junior high, where the girls had trim little calves that lengthened each time they had a growth spurt, and he would stretch his gangly legs out under their chairs so he could be as close to them as possible.

He murdered Luciano, and I was going to make him pay with his head, but first, I had to start with the heads of those he loved. I met his bitch earlier at the mall and on impulse, I footed their shopping bills. She looked shocked, like she had seen a ghost. I couldn’t blame her, she didn’t know me, but Don did. Matter of fact, I happened to be at the same mall they chose to shop at because I had come to get a Cartier wristwatch myself. For once, I decided to do my shopping, rather than have someone do it for me.