Novel & Cerita The Word Is Murder

As I glance away and look outside at the police presence, I notice she glances at me. “Quite the interesting turn of events out there isn’t it?” She says to me, continuing to process my order. “What?” I turn back around, trying to take my eyes off of the events outside. “Oh, yes, is that where that guy got unalived last night?” “Unalived? That’s the first time I’ve ever heard someone call it that. You mean murdered?” She says to me as she places a lid on the drink. “Um, yes, sure, murdered.” I truly am trying to not act like I know anything more.

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

Her guard gulped down hard when he heard his madam saying raucous leopard's name just like that. He looked around. It was said that once when a person annoyingly said his name there was only one word that could suffice for such a case. 'Assassinate'. The person was never heard of, it was said that it was a crime to just think of the person cause you never know in the process of thinking it'll lead you to speak and once it does it ends up in murder. " Madam, he...he is on his way..he said he'll be here soon".

Not to mention complicity to murder. Complicity to murder? Wait just a minute, detective! Now I had entered the defense because I knew for sure that there could be no complicity in the murder. Not from Darla. She was just a sister grieving the untimely death of her blood and a grieving aunt for the disappearance of her niece. Darla wouldn't dare to do it. I know Darla that the legal term can be shocking but this is how is called. I know you weren't an accomplice to anything but maybe you should explain to us what kind of evidence you have and why you hid it so far.

I had never killed even an animal, why would he call me a murderer? "M... Murderer?" I asked again. "Why do you look so surprised?" he asked, "You are a murderer and you know that, and you know you have done," he added, "Stop feigning ignorance," he went on. I would take anything, but not him putting a stain to my name, "I don't know what you are talking about," I retorted, "I didn't kill anyone, I don't know what you are saying," I went on.

The metal door clanged shut behind me, the sound ringing in my ears. “Murder. She fucking killed someone,” he spat. I stopped breathing. The word hung in the air like a gunshot. Killed someone? Wait…what?

As she ask the question, I can’t even look at her when I nod. “Oh you poor thing. Your parents wouldn’t blame you. I admit that everything you just told me sounds awful but you have to think about it. Murder is defined as premeditation or intent to kill. As distraught as you are it isn’t a wild guess that you didn’t kill your parents on purpose. Accidents happen love. I’m so sorry that it happened that way but at the end of the day and accident is what it was” she says as she grabs my hands.

he murmured. “You’re not my husband.” My voice gained strength from the fire of my anger. “You’re a murderer. A monster.” Something flickered in his eyes at the word. No shame. No regret. Just… interest. “Monster,” he repeated softly, as if trying it on. “Do you think that word wounds me? It doesn’t.” “I don’t care if it wounds you,” I snapped. “I care that you killed him. That you slaughtered the only man I ever—” My throat closed up. I forced the words through. “The only man I ever loved.”

"I killed Leonard... I really killed my brother without a second thought... I pulled the trigger... He wasn't going to kill me, but I did it anyway... Or maybe he was going to kill me... I'm a murderer... I'm a fucking murderer who killed his own brother in cold blood... I killed someone---"

Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words. So, countless people came to our house, wanting to know what those words were. A single sentence that could make a werewolf break down and commit suicide sparked everyone's curiosity. Whether it was a threat or a dark witch's curse, everyone wanted to know—either to use it or to avoid being its victim. There was even an Alpha from a neighboring pack who publicly offered a million dollars in exchange for those words. But Dad maintained his silence, not saying a single word. Even when facing the pack council's interrogation, he didn't mention any