Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice For Murderers Novels & Stories

As the days passed, his screams got louder and his conviction wavered, "I can't, I can't tell you what you're asking me. You're better off killing me." Verra gave a polite smile in response, "I'm trying my darndest to kill you, I truly am. But you are like a cockroach who refuses to die. At the pace we're going, I might need 100 years to kill you," whilst saying this Verra had a tread of liquid lightning dancing on her finger.

“But she’s never alone. Someone shadows her. Quietly. He’s competent.” “David,” Veronica said, distaste tucked into a single name. “Mm.” I let the consonant sit. “He’ll try to keep it clean. He’ll fail.” “Your confidence is charming,” she said. “And occasionally dangerous.” I leaned in, lowering my voice so it felt like a pact. “Listen to me. There are three stories on the table. One: the tragic wife returns to her abuser, haloed by forgiveness. Two: the mastermind survivor exposes a monster and brings him to his knees. Three: the complicated woman reappears, and the world remembers she’s not a saint—she’s an accelerant.”

ALEX LITTLE WAS WANTED FOR THE MURDER OF HIS PREVIOUS WIFE AND WAS BEATING HIS SON, I wrote on the next page, AND THOMAS SINCLAIR WAS A KNOWN RAPIST WHO GOT OFF ON A TECHNACALITY. Veronica looked alarmed, plush lips already opened to apologize, but he held my hand up to stop her. IT'S FINE. There was no way Veronica could've known. As for other members of the AAs, I would have stayed my hand. Most of the members were just…desperate or angry with society in the worst ways. Not that they needed the excuse, but it was nothing to die over, a punishment would suffice. "Fine, huh?" More convincing then. I'D BEEN HUNTING THE TWO OF THEM FOR WEEKS AND JUST SO HAPPENED TO LUCK OUT WHEN THEY WERE ATTA

I clutched the edge of his jacket tightly, my voice shaking. "I want to know… who told you to do this." "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" the thug cried out in panic. "It was a woman named Veronica! She paid us five thousand and told us to wait here. She wanted us to film it and ruin her—" My heart sank into an icy abyss. A bone-deep cold surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. "Call the police," I said. "All right. Whatever you want."

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

I stood up and dusted my dress off before walking towards the far corner of the cell. “Please try to understand, Vera! They are framing you to k!ll you, and if you didn’t act fast, then they will silently eliminate you without batting an eyelash,” He tried to explain, and I rolled my eyes after hearing his words. “Breaking news, right?” “Vera, please,” He almost begged. “I am unable to understand how my death concerns you, Mr. Vexley. Do you want to have more fun with a hybrid crazy omega or what?” He hissed under his breath, as if my words had practically cut him deep.

“That’s the spirit.” She walked closer, her eyes steady. “Then tell me, Alessandro—what can we do about Lorenzo?” He leaned back slightly and smiled wider. “We?” he repeated. “I love what you just said.” Her lips curved slightly. “If he wants me dead, then I’ll kill him before he gets to me.” Alessandro’s grin grew wider. “It seems my little angel is finally waking up.” She tilted her head. “Then teach me.” He nodded slowly. “Alright, Isa. But you must understand something. If you want to take down a murderer—someone who kills for pleasure—you’ve got to give it your all. You can’t hesitate. You can’t pity him. The moment you do, you die.”

“So… solving all your problems might take a while, but... is there anything I could help you with in the meantime?” I was going to say no, but then a weird thought appeared. “Actually, there is something, but it's rather stupid…” A nervous laugh escaped me. She leaned forward and locked her eyes on mine. “Don't be shy. Just say it.” I sucked in a shaky breath. “Well, I've been attacked more than once recently... I was even forced to kill someone in self-defense. Now the people we're about to deal with work with the underworld…” “You want to know how to fight, don't you?” Veronica smirked.

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me

"I must have lost my mind. How can a person in a coma kill anyone?" "I'm sorry, Miss Corleone. We just got emotional..." Miller seemed to be wavering. His tone softened as he tried to persuade me. "Victoria, if someone is threatening you, just tell us. We can protect you." Meeting their earnest gazes, I trembled. I lowered my head, hiding a pathetic flicker of discomposure. I quickly composed myself. "Leo, my little painter." "Did you really think I bought your art out of the goodness of my heart?"