Novelas y relatos de Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice For Murderers

"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."

" Yes, Richard, pick your mum's call and know why she is calling you at least, what if she's sick or something? " Veronica seems worried since the last time she disagreed with Chloe. She had been a little troubled considering how dangerous Chloe could be, so she thought of a possible way to get rid of her. "Yeah I think killing her would be the best for now, that lady knows too much," Veronica said to herself, then picked up her phone to make a call. Mistakenly, the phone slipped off of her hand and fell off. She quickly picked it up and checked. Luckily, there was just a little scratch. And it didn't affect anything on the phone.

“Whoa! Kill? Isn’t that a bit too extreme?” I shook my head, soon remembering Madam Mortica. “Extreme? Trust me, the word ‘extreme’ is definitely not in Veronica's dictionary. You weren't here when this happened, but that woman literally killed someone who worked here. She was a blunt, caring, and helpful woman who we always called Madam Mortica. Can you imagine? Veronica actually killed her basically because she wanted to get to me and frame me.” “What? That's just pure wickedness.”

I gave up and left. 'You approached a man with an alcohol problem at five thirty in the morning and then complain he wasn’t rational. What he did respond to was you putting the thumbscrews on him. He murdered his wife and then took his own life. 'I don’t blame you, Vera. Everyone thinks things are better off the way they are. But not everyone knows you got the Walkers drinking again for your own selfish end. Does Sid know?' She froze. Her face contorted briefly and then she was under control again.

"Is there some kind of serious problem going on around the pack?" Veronica let out a quick, airy laugh, waving her hand in the air as if to dismiss my worries entirely. "No, no! Everything is completely fine, I promise you," she reassured me, though her voice sounded a bit too high to be natural. She stood up from the stool, smoothing down the front of her medical apron, but she hesitated near the edge of the mattress. She tapped her chin nervously before leaning back in. "But... do you actually know the full details of what happened out there on the road? Like, was there absolutely anyone else present with Elda when she first attacked and kidnapped you? Any other rogue wolves or strange peo

Vera spoke in a low tone to someone over the phone. “Don’t kill her, but just leave her to bleed.” Vera smirked. “Wouldn’t she suffer and die eventually?” The person asked. “That’s exactly what I want, for her to suffer and die, she stole my position at the office, there was no assistant chief cobbler, until she came and made me one, I have never been ridiculed like that in my life and now she’s about to cost me my job, I won’t let her succeed and also send me the location, I will be there right away.” Vera said in a maddened voice, she looked like a mad person right now. “I’ll send you the address.” The person said and hung up.

Instead, I spoke calmly, "Relax. I don’t have time for petty tricks. If the divorce case can’t make you leave with nothing, what about an attempted murder case? "You two haven’t already forgotten what you did to Elara, have you?"

VERA'S POV. Vince took over with the rites, they let me be and prepare for the burial of Richard Constantin. I was questioned but I had played my cards right, I was in a blind spot on the cameras and it only showed when I rushed to take the gun and started screaming. It's such a shame none of these men have an actual brain, they all underestimate me just like my stupid dead husband, although I won't blame them I'm the wife who cooks, cleans, lets her husband beat her up repeatedly, and still falls at his feet.

he said, “I can’t eliminate both clients. Very bad for business, I mean if both of you dies who pays me then?” “So what happens now?” Dave asked. The hitman stood. “Well, you still have to pay, I came didn’t I? ” “WHAT?” they shouted. “And,” he continued, putting his sunglasses back on, “I suggest couples therapy.” He walked to the door, paused and turned back. “Oh, and by the way, if either of you tries again, my rates double.” He closes the door and drives off . Silence filled the house. Dave and Lisha stood in the wreckage of their pride.