Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice For Murderers Novels & Stories

"He's not just bad news, Nica. He's a whole cursed newspaper. I want nothing to do with him. End of discussion." But of course, Veronica treated warnings the way people treat Terms & Conditions—ignored them entirely. She kept talking about it until we reached the gates of Creighton's mansion. "Are you sure this is the right approach, Rali?" Veronica stretched her neck like a meerkat to take in the bulky men guarding the gate. "Your guy said he was dangerous, right?" "We're ladies, Nica. Harmless, soft-skinned, probably dehydrated ladies. He won't just shoot us on sight for visiting. Probably."

They silently lighted a candle in their hearts for the police officers as they wondered what offence they had committed. "How insolent of you! I came here to do my job but you're investigating me. What do you take me for?" Officer Jones yelled, immediately switching to an arrogant behavior. "A fake," Veronica answered calmly. Meanwhile, as she turned to look at other artists, actors and actresses, she noticed some of them had their phones out, secretly taking a video of what was happening. She was no fool not to know why they were doing that rather than trying to curb the situation. She let them be because even if the videos were to get out, it'd be wiped out from the internet in the blink o

Vera took my Lamborghini and was tagging us from behind with three security jeeps forming a convoy with us. These gang had really planned themselves organized. Vera wore her maids clothes while Carmen returned to her act as blind, crippled Mrs Johnson. They did things Soo well, I thought I was in a Hollywood movie studio. On our way moving, I began talking absent-mindedly to myself. " Trusting a woman is okay but when she has a gun, it's wise to think twice before giving her that trust." Wesley and Carmen turned sharply to me with a glare on their face. " What did you just say?"

"What the hell are you talking about? We were the only ones here that night. And why would someone what to kill the people we wanted dead and then frame us for it?" "Well someone could have been here without us knowing, it's a big house. Also, the world is a pretty dark place and the sooner you understand that, the better it's going to be for you." "Not here in Nigeria. And you better keep all this your crime novel logic to yourself." I stopped. What if that was it? What if all these were just a sick way of Veronica engaging her fantasies. "So which would you pick Huh? That someone else is behind this or that your best friend that you have known for over three years is a cold-blooded killer.

I asked through my eyes as to what was going on, but he just reiterated his command by pointing out the way. I walked towards the direction he pointed, while doing so, I didn't take my eyes off him. I tried my hardest to communicate if everything was alright and if he would be okay. He just returned a thrifty smile. It should be comforting but my heart was jumping in sadness and guilt. I didn't listen to his warning before, and I had a bad feeling about things. I took some courage and faced the lady, "Were you planning to commit homicide?" She stepped forward, wearing a hateful stare, but my uncle placed himself in between and squealed the word, "Leave!"

She needed to get in contact with the cops; she needed an update about Helena's case, or else she would lose her mind. “Detective Sergio,” she whispered as she typed in their local browser. Alice waited for a couple of seconds before it fully loaded. However, instead of the detective’s profile, news articles about the Roccos’ murders appeared. Alice’s body went cold as she opened the first article that appeared on the site. It was the same old story about Vivien and Roger killing the Roccos, and so she easily scanned through those, not bothering to read. She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed.

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.

“Did you talk to him?” Penny asked me on the phone as I set my left foot inside the house. “No.” “What are you doing, McCoy? What are you waiting for? I am telling Veronica is going to steal your fiancé. You need to polish your game plan. Otherwise, Veronica would have the ultimate laugh while you standalone.” The woman was hyped-up all day, repeating the same song again and again and exasperating me to a point where very soon I was turning into a murderer. And she was my first victim.

She grinned. Veronica was confused for a while but when the realization dawned on her, she gasped. “No! No, no, no! I can't do that, I can't kill her.” “Why?” “Because I'm not a murderer,” Veronica was already shaking, her heart drumming against her chest. “Please, do it yourself, you also want to get rid of her.” “If you don't do it,” Mrs Janice's gaze turned deadly, her eyes cold. “Then I'll kill her, and kill you too because you already know way too much about me than you should.” She sipped from the glass of water again.