Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice For Murderers Novels & Stories

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.

"If he is not telling you then you tell him..." Vera chuckled. "Stop playing a woman card... Take the initiative..." "Bitch no! What if I confess to him and makes fun of me... What if he rejects me and there are possibilities that he is giving me attention just because I have his baby..." Mila sighed. "May be he is thinking the same..." Vera said and Mila looked at her. "May be he thinks he is not good enough for you... I mean anyone can feel weak around you... Bitch you are a Martial artist and one of the dangerous assassin of Russian mafia..."

“I will spare your lives, give you housing, and give you liquid food once a day. You work honestly, you get promoted. You act stupid, you die.” Still, no one moved. The men inside were trusted and loyal to the boss, which told Vera everything she needed to know. Loyalty to someone else would become a problem in her own territory. “Okay, guys,” Vera said, turning to John and Gregory. “We are going for a kill.” “That may be an issue,” John said quickly. “Their records are still in the system, and until total collapse, killing them would be a crime.” “Hmm. Okay,” Vera said, thinking for a moment before looking at Grock. “Where is that thing?”

Lucille’s POV Unknown: You’ve seen what I want you to. Good. Me: It’s a minor case. If you wanted me to work on it, you could have talked to me. Why kill innocent people? Unknown: I did it because I can and I wish not to pay for your services. Me: And yet you killed two people. There was a long pause before another message popped up. Unknown: You will handle this yourself. Not to minor lawyers. You. I was about to place my phone down when another message popped up. Unknown: Piece of advice. Not everyone that gets killed is innocent.

She turned to the window, watching the city bask under golden light like it didn’t know what was coming. “They think they’re untouchable,” she said coolly. “They forget how much blood this industry runs on. And how easy it is to make people believe a lie if it’s scandalous enough.” “Should we hit Celeste’s charity next?” her assistant asked. “I have someone ready to leak rumors about misused funds.” Veronica tilted her head, considering. “Not yet. Let them react first. Let them panic.” Her eyes gleamed. “Then we’ll bury them.”

His next words nearly made my knees weak. “There is a rumor around about someone looking for a woman and a little girl that match Veronica and Clarissa’s descriptions,” Jarred said through clenched teeth. “It is all underground and word of mouth. But I wanted to warn you that there is an eighty thousand dollar bounty on Veronica, or better, Vianne Moore’s head. And it is rising weekly.”

I am the matriarch of Marquis Valebrook Manor, a woman who lives with unyielding pride and has never once bowed her head to a concubine. When I open my eyes again, I've become the neglected wife in a modern wealthy family, driven into depression by my scumbag husband and his mistress. When I expose their sordid affair, my scum of a husband, Joseph Cooke, sues me for "invasion of privacy". The judge orders me to issue a public apology for 15 days, and the entire internet eagerly waits to watch me become a laughingstock. Joseph smirks. "Apologize or spend the rest of your life behind bars!" The mistress, Naomi Baxter, sneers in provocation. "Times have changed, Brenda. In today's world, t