The Word Is Murder Novels & Stories

Silence was becoming the order of the day Mr Dante frowned and reduced the proximity between us. “You accidentally murdered your Ex?" He said. Murder. The word wasn't foreign. It had been with me all my life. My mother was murdered. My uncle was murdered. Dayo got murdered. Everyone around me is getting murdered and it is one way or the other connected to me. “Bad luck" I mumbled. “Excuse me?" "It's my bad luck, that's why I keep losing people" I said as my eyes filled with tears.

“How did I hide it from you? When I brought her to the hospital, I called you and said our mom was sick. When the surgery failed, I told you that even if she were my mother-in-law and my mom, I had no right to provide an affidavit of non-prosecution. Laura, we’re married. What’s wrong with calling my mother-in-law Mom?” I stared at her in disbelief and continued, “Or did you think the patient was my mother, which was why you… I thought we were husband and wife, one and the same. I never thought that you would actually try to kill my mother… Laura, this isn’t a surgical accident. This is murder.”

“I came because… I believe Emery did not take her own life.” Silence. The couple did not react. Lisha frowned slightly. “She didn’t commit suicide,” she continued. “She was murdered.” The old woman looked down at her hands. The old man’s jaw tightened. But neither of them looked surprised. Lisha’s heart sank. “…You already knew,” she whispered. The old man let out a bitter breath. “We knew,” he said. The words hit harder than she expected. “We tried,” the old woman added softly. “We went to the police. We begged. We pushed.”

Last night he was with me, we were really happy even in the morning before Ciala's entry. Then what 'exactly' went wrong that now he's acting like a jerk? Is it because of Caila? Or me? "Can you explain clearly or not?" I said angrily. "Okay okay take it is baby. Umm... Okay, how about I'll help you in reminding by only saying one simple word and I know my wife is soo intelligent she will definitely understand everything after listening just one word." he said like he was insulting me. "And the word is 'MURDERER'."

The air grew heavy, and he breathed with the weight of an ancient secret about to awaken. Detective Muhammad turned his eyes toward Sheikh Shams al-Duhur, his voice trembling with a faint tremor: Muhammad: Malik... Malik is a murderer who commands evil spirits to kill the innocent. The police cannot arrest him... Shams al-Duhur slowly raised his hand, and Muhammad's voice fell silent, as if an unseen force had sealed his lips. A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence:

A mostly garbled explanation came out, followed by five words that were very much crystal clear. “…sick because I’m a murderer.”

Gracious God. What the hell were they planning to do? A murder?? *******************

she said again, savoring the way the word felt on her tongue, the way it gave her a sense of control she had not felt in so long. She held him there, his face mere inches from hers, as she spoke again, her voice low and dangerous. "You Murderer," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "You killed my baby. You murdered it,” The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her accusation. She could see the panic in his eyes, and she took a grim satisfaction in it. She had him now, and she was not going to let him go. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" she hissed, her grip on his collar tightening. "You think you can get away with it? Do you think you can just take it away from me and I

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

The words hit me straight in the face like thick ice. I want to move, but honestly, I can’t find my muscles nor can I find room to breathe. This whole place is impure. What do they mean? The word keeps repeating itself in my head. Murdered…Murdered. My friend was murdered.