Novel & Cerita The Word Is Murder

A murderer..... murderer... murderer..... The familiar word reverberates through my mind and I close my eyes to shut it out. But the harder I try, the more futile the effort because clear as day, the memory filters up from the deepest of my archives, playing out in my head like it was just yesterday it all happened. 15 YEARS AGO......

' 'Gloria is a murderer. 'Who was murdered?' 'She killed her husband and pups, and guess what? She's absolutely not sorry.'

"I am assigned to the multiple homicides that you were involved in. I'd like to hear your accounts of the events if you would be so kind." "Homicide?" Chloe hadn't even thought what to call what had happened: adultery, homicide, murder, suicide, or just brainless insanity. She brought a shaky hand up to her forehead and shook her head back and forth. "Mrs. Harris?" Mr. Policeman tried to get her attention. She was mumbling. "Homicide. Adultery. Homicide. Murder. Homicide. Suicide." "Mrs. Harris? Chloe?" He said louder with that authority that, for some reason, comes so naturally to certain people in his position.

Daniel did not get up. He just lay there. Judy’s scream turned shrill. “Murder! Murder!” The word rang through the street again and again. “Murder! He killed him!”

“That is what every murderer says kid.” I blinked fast. My mouth opened but nothing came out at first. “Murderer?” I said finally. My voice went higher. “What murderer? How could I possibly kill someone? That does not make any sense. I am not like that at all. . Please. You have the wrong person. Who was killed? What do you mean?.” I started talking faster even though I felt so scared. Tears ran down my cheeks. . I did not do anything. Why are you saying this?”

"Sorry is so useless now, I wouldn't hesitate to carry out what's in my mind when the time comes." "What do you mean?" His face grows stern and disgusted, he looks at me like filth but my wolf tells me it's not me he's looking as filth but my words. "How come you say that to me? You know who I am? I have murdered a lot of people who seem like a rival to me in one way or the other…."

' The word 'kill' had its own effect on Mila, who felt a sensation that couldn't be described in words… Is it pleasure? Did she feel very excited because she heard that word? But, how could she be happy just hearing that word? Mila knew she wasn't good and she wasn't a saint who had never seen or done murder before, but she felt really good at the thought of Elena kneeling before her feet and groveling for her forgiveness for what she had done. Her attempted assassination was reason enough to kill her, wasn't it? "You saw the creature, didn't you?" Elena's voice suddenly interrupted Mila's thoughts of murder, which, not even Liam's words, could pull her out of her mind.

Needed to bleed a little more. He met my eyes like he wanted the words to leave scars. “A murderer,” he said. I staggered back half a step, breath catching in my chest. “I didn’t pull the trigger,” I said, half-defensive, half-pleading. Milo didn’t blink. “But you loaded the chamber.”

she replied, her tone casual as I stepped aside to take my cutlery. "Yes," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you here for?" she inquired, her curiosity evident. I hesitated, the weight of my answer heavy on my chest. "Murder," I finally said, the word hanging in the air like a lead weight. Her eyes widened in surprise, disbelief flickering across her face. "Wow, seems like the nice-looking ladies are the biggest criminals," she remarked with a hint of amusement.

How could she compare me with that bitch when we both came from a totally different world? She found fault with me in everything. Of course, she got punished for this, she had to die at my hands. If I hadn't killed her, I wouldn't be standing here today. If someone kills a person, society calls him a murderer. It could be one murder or multiple murders. The point is, murder, whether it is one or ten.