The Word Is Murder Novels & Stories

Delilah asked, batting her lashes innocently. “Good, now you’re playing morality police. You do know that I could easily apprehend you for murder? Even if it’s of bad people, it’s still murder, because you killed at least three on purpose. You had the intent, so it was not self defense.” Mr Archibald almost looked menacing. “I killed blood sucking demons! What is wrong with that?” Delilah waved her hands all around. “Excuse me all over the place, mister?”

“Yeah. You’re right. I guess I never thought of it that way. After I did what I did, I felt like a murderer.” “The definition of a murderer by law is someone who kills with intent and malice. Did you strike intending to kill and with malice? Or were you trying to stop someone from murdering you and your mate?” “I didn’t want to kill him. Honestly. I just wanted him to stop,” Gaia cried. “What you did was self-defense. You aren’t a murderer. Say it. I’m not a murderer. I’m a survivor,” Susan instructed. “I’m not a murderer. I’m a survivor,” Gaia repeated.

I was wanted for murder. How?

"It's a fact that she set Luna up! Why is there even a need to check the surveillance? Lock her up in the closet, and she's not allowed any food or water! I want her to pay for this a thousand times over!" … The memory of that fateful day flashed across my eyes until Trent's scream suddenly dragged me back to my senses. Trent came running out, his eyes wide with horror. "Mrs. Rummish… No, I mean Kelly… Kelly's dead! It's horrible! She died so horribly!"

“That’s not what I meant.” “I know, but it’s still true. I looked down at my hands still trembling. “I screamed. Just now. And I let it out; it still hurts.” “It’s supposed to hurt,” he said gently. “You were murdered.” The word hit like a knife. Murdered. Yeah, that’s what it was. “I’m not like them, men,” I whispered. “I’m not like you.” He looked at me then, with those sharp eyes. “You think we’re all the same?”

I started, but she cut me off. "You can blab all you want, but I don't want to hear it," she said. Something is definitely going on. This isn't the Jasmine I left yesterday. Then she murmured something else very lowly. I almost didn't hear her, but I think I heard the word "murderer." "What did you say?" I asked to be sure I heard wrongly.

“How may I help you? he asked as soon as they were seated. “We are here to inform you of a potential murder in GRA” Watson said. “A potential murder” DCP Adams said, repeating what Watson said. “Who is the target?” he asked. “One Mr. Lekan Johnson who lives on Oduduwa crescent” Danny said. “Is the murder related to an investigation you are carrying out?” the DCP Adams asked. “Yes it is, in fact the man we believe to be behind this plot, is the same man who had his sister murdered” Danny said.

“I’m not some weirdo who needs makeup. Why would I carry a mirror around? I’m not the killer.” Warren was breathing hard. His eyes were sharp and hostile. “Still won’t drop the act, huh? You’re a murderer. I saw it with my own eyes.” Rebecca stepped in to stop the argument. “That’s enough. I see you really won’t give up until you hit a dead end.” She turned to Warren. “Warren, you’re sure you saw it with your own eyes, right? We can’t let a criminal slip away easily.” Warren looked a little confused by her tone, but he still nodded hesitantly.

Every word we’ve said. What if we’re not dealing with one murderer? What if there are more? What if it’s not a killer… …but a team?

She flinched a little at my tone but to her credit, she answered. “Okay, so... murder-eyes is not, like, bad-bad. It’s just... you know when someone looks at you and your brain goes, ‘Oh, I’m either about to get kissed or buried in a shallow grave’? That. That’s murder-eyes.” I should’ve been annoyed because I didn't need this right now but instead, I felt this twisted flicker of amusement under all the bruises and stitches. She was the first woman in forever who wasn't looking for a fuck and she wasn’t scared to just... talk to me. Even if what she said didn’t make a little bit of sense.