The Word Is Murder Novels & Stories

Most of her hair had turned gray, and her eyes looked hollow. The prosecutor charged her with intentional homicide. The evidence was overwhelming. Her lawyer argued that she only intended to teach me a lesson, and she didn't mean to kill anyone. It was a case of mistaken target. The prosecutor stood up and spoke firmly. "She intended to kill an innocent child. That constitutes intentional homicide. A mistaken target does not change the nature of the crime. Moreover, the child she killed was her own son." There were gasps in the courtroom. Esther lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled.

Everyone had one question: who killed him and why? ‘Friends!’, he cried again to attract attention. Everyone looked at him. ‘ I know, you don’t know me. Neither do you consider me as one of yours? But tonight a crime has been committed. Your king has been murdered.’ Again whispering arose. ‘ Who killed him?’, someone asked. -‘Where is Karseus?’, another one joined. -‘Why should we listen to whatever you have to say? Who are you?’, the third one put in.

''You wouldn't try that, murder me right here in this room. ''Murder?'' He laughed again. ''You can only murder a human being. You and your people have lived for thousands of years, doesn't it occur to you that you might have lived your share?'' He stood up now and bent down in front of me. ''I'll tell you the meaning of murder. Murder is what you do when you go out at night hunting unsuspecting people. When you steal little children away from lonely streets and suck their life's blood out of them. Murder is what you do when in the midst of having sex, you sink your fangs into an unsuspecting man's neck and slowly drain him of his life. Murder is what you were about to do to me.''

He loved me. Lekin bahut fark that uski or meri Mohabbat Mein, Usne Ishq Kiya Tha or Mujhe Ishq Hua Tha. (But there was a big difference between him or my love, he had loved and I was in love.) And even after all this, a person can still be alive based on just one word "Hope". Hope is a word that teaches a dying human to live. But when all the hopes of a person are over, he dies while still alive.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

His words were more like a whisper but loud enough for me to hear the word ‘murderer’ which he stressed. He leaned in closer, as he pulled me tighter. “You murderer,” he repeated. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, as I struggled to stop it from falling. I badly wanted Asher, I scanned his door to see if he would have come out, I wanted to scream his name.

He begged Nikolas. Nikolas looked at the physician head to toe with absolute venom. “Every murder doesn't have to be done with a knife or a gun,”It can be done by hiding the truth too. The pity of the situation is, murderers like you roam free breaking the law. And the people who lost their kith and kin because of you won't even have an idea about it. Mafia is far better than you. We carry the board ‘danger’ wherever we go so that people around us are with caution.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

he muffles and another gasps escapes from their mouths followed by low sobs. "No, my... brother...can't be dead" Julia sobs. "Tell us this is some prank and...." "My son isn't dead. He's alright and he'll come walking through that door very soon, you'll see" Kylie's mom cut Kylie mid-sentence. It was too painful to believe her son was dead. "Drake was murdered last night at Anna's apartment and Anna has gone missing and....." Jay's words went hanging as he saw Drake's mom collapsed on the chair. "Mom, mom" Kylie and Julia cries in panic shaking their mom's unconscious body. Jay stood up and picked up her hand.

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,