Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice For Murderers Novels & Stories

"Oh yes, I know all about your bloody history. The Council does too. In fact, they're very interested in having a conversation with you about those deaths. But I convinced them to wait until after the trial. Wouldn't want to distract from the main event, after all." "You're threatening her," I said quietly. "Threatening my family." "I'm promising consequences for actions taken. There's a difference. Meridith chose to become a serial killer. I'm just ensuring she faces justice. Just like you'll face justice for fraud, manipulation, and attempting to usurp a sacred title you never earned." Vera's body convulsed, and suddenly the golden light was gone. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed ag

There were no second chances, and I’d wasted my first. “I don’t see why she’d have gone to the castle,” Paps muttered. He shook his head, and then turned to stare out at the careening trees and verges. Perhaps he wished the same as I did. Veronica worked full time at Waypavers, but it would make sense that she’d finished her shift and then gone towards Blackwood. The timing added up, and once Sergeant Johnston had confirmed her whereabouts leading up to her murder, we’d know for certain. I stammered internally over the word murder, and longed, for the first time since becoming a hunter, to be none the wiser to the real cause of her demise. Ignorance was bliss, but I was becoming less sure th

“You always did like to follow trends.” She leaned in slightly. “Trends? Oh, sweetheart. I set them now.” The panel went smoothly on the surface—but under the lights, I felt the game shifting. Every answer Vera gave was a subtle jab. Every compliment a carefully polished threat. And when the moderator asked, “What’s your advice to women starting over?” she looked at me and said, “Make sure you’re not borrowing someone else’s voice.” The audience chuckled. I smiled politely. But inside, I was on fire.

sang the door as the attendant returned with the drug induced bottle and Veronica gladly received it while the attendant remained firm at the door to take back the item. Saying the attendant was bemused at Veronica’s actions would’ve been an understatement. She was a clever and composed person, making her perfect for such request but her composure faltered at the horrendous sight in display. The psychopath of a woman emptied the entire content of the Aphrodiacs into the glass. ‘So she’s planning on killing the person’ she thought taking a hard gulp in fright as Veronica’s approaching steps wakes her back to reality. “Here” Veronica voiced filing her right hand with the little bottle and her

"Want to bet? There are CCTVs everywhere! Getting evidence is very easy in this city, Veronica! This is Jakarta, where every corner has CCTV! If that girl reports Sam to the police, we won't be able to move anything!" Veronica shook her head weakly. "You can bribe them to free Sam!" said Veronica. "It's not that easy because there are victims who died! Not one, but two!" "We can compensate that girl! Just give her a lot of money!" William was speechless. How could his wife be so stupid? How should he convince his wife? Blame him for letting his wife always spoil their children so that even if they make a mistake, she will do whatever it takes to clean up the mistake.

I reasoned out. “But you don’t see him as a threat that’s why you’re letting your guard down with him. Can you find a normal guy that you can be comfortable with?” Veronica asked with slurred words. I don’t want to continue the topic anymore and I was relieved to see my phone ringing from an unknown number. I don’t care if it’s a scammer. I would gladly entertain a scammer right now than to continue defending myself from a champion debater.

Finally, she said, “Add a zero to the fifty, and I’ll do it.” Veronica’s smirk widened. Without a word, she opened her designer handbag and handed the girl a small vial. “No room for mistakes,” she warned, her voice icy. “Emma Martinez is the target.” --- A few minutes later, the waitress returned to Veronica with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s done,” she said simply, as if she were reporting on a completed homework assignment. Veronica’s face lit up with satisfaction. She pulled out her checkbook and wrote down the amount the waitress had asked for, adding an extra twenty dollars in cash for transportation. She handed it over with a smug grin, as if she were rewarding someone for

Even the chandelier flickered nervously, as if realizing it might get involved in a fight scene soon. “I can finally unleash it,” Camilla whispered. Chills ran through every living soul in the mansion. Even Adrian, who barely knew the full story, shifted away from her by a few inches. Camilla leaned back on her chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, her sweet smile returning, but much too sweet, the kind of sweet that belonged on the face of a serial killer right before they stabbed someone. “So this Eric guy…” Veronica tried again, her voice shaky. “He’s like… a villain, right?”

"Eve, can you stop being so stubborn? I've apologized, and I'm willing to pay. What more do you want? Will you not let it rest until I'm in prison?" David nodded. "Exactly. The dead can't come back to life. You need to move on. 20 grand is a lot. A life isn't even worth that much in rural areas."

"And what makes you think that?" My voice trembled with anger as I spoke, "I don't think it's a coincidence that someone just happened to get murdered as soon as you moved here, that too in the apartment right across from yours. I've seen you with a gun, I know you're more than capable of using it to kill someone. Also, let me praise you for coming up with such a brilliant strategy. Telling the police I was the murderer, throwing them off your trail. Then again who wouldn't believe a helpless little college girl, right? Too bad I know who you really are." "That's a really nice theory." Verena remarked sarcastically, "It's a pity you didn't find anything to prove it."