The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Novels & Stories

I stayed there for a long time, my head resting on the steering wheel, clutching my chest as my heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to break free. Mark had said Jason would come back for the festive season. That is supposed to be tomorrow. Seeing him here now, standing on the same concrete floor as me, felt unexpected and suffocating. It felt like the noose was tightening before I was ready. Finally seeing my murderer again in person changed everything. I knew instantly that the little time he was going to stay here wouldn't be easy for me. Unlike Mark, who was blinded by ego, Jason was very smart. He is instinctual.

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

“Don’t do anything reckless. This is a human life—we’re talking about murder. You don’t want that, do you?” It was hard to tell if her words got through to him, but at least he didn’t escalate. Still, he didn’t release Yelena. Security had surrounded the area, while onlookers kept their distance, afraid of getting involved. The entire first floor of the mall emptied out within minutes. The man tightened his grip, using Yelena as a shield to force the crowd back. * Meanwhile, on the second floor, Hunter frowned as he glanced toward the commotion. “What’s with all the noise downstairs?”

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.

"The document is for you. Sign it, and I'll spare your life. If you refuse, you'll both go over the edge." Conner remained on his knees, water still dripping all over his body. Floyd continued, "The rules are simple. Both of you will cross at the same time. The walkway is only about a foot wide, and it can't fit two people side by side. Whoever reaches the end first gets what they need. As for the other one…" He didn't finish his sentence, but his chilling murderous intent said it all. The moment Anisa heard "hemostatic medicine", a frantic will to survive flared in her gaze. She actually managed to pull herself up and drag her bleeding body toward the glass walkway step by step.

During the war, gun battles had caused the mall to be damaged, and all of its walls had holes in them that the wind kept blowing through at night. One of those cracks was where the guards intended to enter the shopping center. Before the second person could even bend his body, a hand grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth. The person who had suggested the cigarette break entered first. He felt a sharp pain in his neck and fell into the pit of death before he could speak. [Stabbing: Inflicts 100 Damage to target HP, (50 Sharp Weapon (Dagger)(Basic) X2). Target dies…] “Hurry up!”

Hailey also noticed the tattoo on his throat, for some reason the tattoo was familiar and felt like she has seen it before. "You were in my way," the man said. The gun was fired and Hailey gasped as she took a close step backward. She just witnessed a murder and she does not know what to do. The man pursed his lips and pushed his hair back. He put his gun to its holder and threw his cigarette to the dead man's body. Hailey cannot take one more step to get away from the scene, she saw the man walking daringly out of the alley. "Come out," the man said. Hailey's eyes widened, she does not know what to do. If he is referring to her, then she will just end up like the man he killed seconds ago.

“In my version of the story, Ms. Mills lives alone.” The assistant was astounded and looked at the corner not far away. Rory hinted at him with his gaze, and the assistant continued. “There’s only one murderer? Then the murderer threw the person off the balcony first, then changed into the same clothes as the deceased and went to the rooftop to complete the plot?”

Bella stared at me in horror, like she was looking at a ghost that had clawed its way out of the grave. I walked toward her, my eyes empty of everything but a burning fire. "I told you not to touch her. Now, it's your turn." I raised my foot and slammed it into her knee. "Ah!" Bella shrieked, tumbling down the altar steps. The expensive Luna Tiara clattered to the ground, shattering. "Bella!" Ethan roared, lunging to help her, but my next words froze him in place. "Is this your chosen Luna? A manipulative murderer who'd do anything for power?"

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?