Novel & Cerita The Word Is Murder

MAYA I've been called wolfless, a deviant, and every other thing all my life, but never a murderer! The word rang a hateful echo that refused to fade. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides. "I've had enough!" I cried out. My tears were flowing freely now, streaking down my face. "Stop calling me a murderer. I haven't killed anyone. I am not a monster."

Just the first sentence threw her off in a second. “Did you just say hit-man?” she asked. Her head spinning as she spoke. “You mean you have killed people” she added. “Regretfully yes” he replied. “You have murdered people” “Just those who messed with me” he answered. “Messed with you, what does that even mean?. You are telling me that you have murdered people?” she asked. Her heart getting heavy as she spoke. There was so much silence coming from him that she could tell it was true.

Only to see him so utterly broken. For the last time, I made sure that look would pierce straight to his soul. “You’re a murderer,” I said, each word deliberate, meant to cut deep. “That’s all that you are.”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV However, I don't operate in that manner. Stealing is punishable by death, murder is punishable by death, and reporting is punishable by, you guessed it, death. I grinned wickedly. I turned away from the man, laughing bitterly. "I would murder you even if you simply annoyed the hell out of me," I said.

“Of course he’d believe me… and not you.” Trust. The word echoed loudly in my mind. Trust. Love. Understanding. None of those things would ever exist between Adrian and me. “And why would he?” Laura added when I refused to react, clearly irritated that I wasn’t giving her the drama she wanted. Her lips curled cruelly. “After all… no one should ever trust the family of a murderer.” The word sliced through my thoughts like a blade. Murderer. My head snapped up. “Murderer?” My voice sounded distant, almost unfamiliar to my own ears. “What are you talking about?”

he asked, ragged. “We don’t have time,” I repeated. “To drown in this right now. Trust me, I’d love to spend a week or three having a complete breakdown over the fact that I just watched myself die again. But she—” I jerked my chin at Elyra “—is not pausing her script so we can process our trauma.” “It’s not ‘trauma,’” he bit out. “It’s *murder.*” “Yes,” I said. “It is. And we can scream about it later. When we’re not standing in the house of the person who loads the gun.”

I muttered, my mind racing. Derek then showed me a picture on the tablet. My hands trembled as I saw Kian's back, brutalized with the words "Murdered by M" seared onto his flesh with a hot iron-like object. I felt a surge of emotions well up within me. "Who is M?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek explained that M was a mysterious figure who had also been responsible for the murder of Sara. "Sara was murdered by this same person?" I asked Derek, my shock evident.

All in all the only words i could truly hear was 'you are a murderer'. I killed those women, i didn't want to believe it before but it was crystal clear now. I'm a murderer. I felt the tears leak down my eyes and be consumed by the water. It was getting harder to breathe by the second and i knew if i didn't bring my head out i could die, right here in my bathroom. I mean that's what i wanted right? The world would be a better place without me in it, and no one would have to die again.

ACE “It's a beautiful day for some murder. It's a beautiful day to slaughter. It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day...” I gradually started whistling my made-up song as I picked up a switchblade, pressing my leather-clad index finger to the sharp point.

Every word that came out of his mouth was calculated. "I don't care if its for my aunt Petunia. I need to tell my parents I'm alive." "That can't happen, not until we kill the guy who's after you." Reid continued to speak. "Kill?" Maya said breathlessly. "Yes Maya how do you expect we get rid of him?" Jordan sardonically asked. "I don't know but I never thought you guys were murderers!" This was becoming too much for her. "We're not murderers. Murder implies the guilty parties were innocent" Reid commented "we simply get rid of the problem.