Sweeney Murders

“y/n please that can't be the only thing you feel i know you love me.” peter stopped and stepped forward. I took a step back but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him and kissed me.

"I love you, Scott," She whispered back to him. Scott's lips captured hers again, their lips met in a soft, then hard, frisky kiss with her arms around his neck. His lips moving from her mouth to her neck. They sighed deeply, her breath started to pace faster as he caressed her. She could feel his hands stroking her back, down, and around her thighs. Scott groaned as she moves her body closer to him. With a quick movement Scott pushed her down the bed-

Azairah easily melted into him. It was the first time another human being had ever made her feel this way and it startled her, excited her and the selfish desires in her heart only wanted more. Her eyes closed as his lips embraced hers. Azairah kept her eyes closed, not that she could open them. The exulting, overpowering ecstasy of their first kiss that filled her core allowed her not to open her eyes but instead to stay there in his arms and let the moment soak into her. It was a rush and as he spoke against her lips, kissing between each word, he still managed a way to make her smile. "You're doing quite well for someone who hasn't kissed a woman in while so he claims," she said, not helping but to tease him as he'd teased her. "Hmm? What's this?" she spoke again through his words and affections. Azairah's dreamy eyes opened slowly. "And exactly how long have you wanted to kiss me, Kyle?" The sudden obnoxious applause pulled her back into their reality but swiftly Kyle moved with her, returning to their table. "Trust me... I know you won't betray me, love. You know what I could do if you did," she said cupping his cheek with one of her warm hands. Though before she could say anymore Kyle was on her

Walter Palmer killed a well known lion on July 1 2015, the attention from everyone after the kill was awful. Fans of Cecil the lion made their voices clear to be heard, the lion who was in a sanctuary in Zimbabwe was a well known lion that researchers kept an eye on Cecil for basic research, and for entertainment. Walter Palmer was the only person who killed Cecil illegally as he lured the lion off the sanctuary to make the shot. According to the author, “They tied a dead animal to their vehicle to lure Cecil out of the park and they sented an area about half a kilometre from the park. Brian Bakst also talks about how Palmer made the kill illegally. “He’s also accused of bribing a guide and removing Cecil’s GPS collar, a violation of park rules.” said the guards in Zimbabwe. The main problem of Walter Palmer killing the Cecil the lion, people were watching him as he was an important lion.

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.

There is something wrong in the Wright house, long before the murder takes places in the farmhouse; Mrs. Hale tells Mrs. Peters, “It’s a lonesome place and always was” (1392). The play Trifles is written by Susan Glaspell, and published in 1916. The play takes place in a rural Midwestern farm, which is the scene of a murder. Mr. Wright is killed by Mrs. Wright. The sheriff, county attorney and a neighboring farmer are attempting to find clues about the killing. The men look only for evidence after the murder, while the women uncover the story that led to the murder. Mrs. Hale, a neighbor, and Mrs. Peters, the sheriff’s wife, are down in the kitchen, talking about the Wright home and marriage. The women, of course, are not important enough to

We Entered the Fully furnished antique home avoiding the broken glass pieces stuck around the perimeter of the window. The wallpaper was peeling and the furniture was eaten up by mice and rats. We walk around the room for five minutes silent until Grayson breaks the silence of course saying “Woah creepy” pointing at the large family portrait with each face smudged out with black ink. “Well let's look around then just leave” I say with Aleisha backing me up. “Nah nah” Grayson alluded in perfect harmony with my brother adding “Leigh Settle its just a house an old house”. “The Pattison Murder house where like everyone in the family was apparently killed by the son” Aleisha interjected. “Key word there, apparently” Grayson laughed rolling his eyes.I let out a slight sigh as I walked down the Hall with Aleisha. The Floors creaked and parts of the ceiling were smothered with Black

His lips curled into a smile as he leaned forward. I closed my eyes as his lips lightly pressed against mine. My mind was completely distracted, and I hated doing this to the both of us. The kiss was brief yet mind bobbling. So much confusion. Nolan separated with a concerned expression.

She didn’t respond; instead, in her rush of excitement, she turned and gave him a big kiss. “Thank you,” she breathed when they came up for air.

With the hand that wasn't cuffed to his, Bailey slipped it between her legs touching herself. She felt how wet she was, how turned on he had made her. Getting her fingers damp she moved them back to his lips and slipped them into his mouth. In that moment she was trying something new, something she'd never done before. All her life Bailey had always been insecure about her body, she had always hidden her body from the world. That was until she had met Calahan, he knew just how to get her to come over of her shell, how to make her feel alive. Calahan had made her see that there wasn't anything to be afraid of, her body was a wonderland, but in her mind it was his. "I want you, too." She spoke as she moved her fingers from his mouth and kissed him one last time harder than

She held the knife in her hand as we rushed in to our pen. As the doors closed, I glanced back at the world once more. The sharpening of knives could be heard distinctly in the back of the room. A girl with a gleam in her eye entered the room. In her hand, she held a razor sharp knife. She smiled cruelly, “Now, now, who wants to be the first to be killed by Aunty Erin?” As she got closer and closer to me, shivers ran down my spine. With lightning speed, her hand dashed out and grabbed a turkey by the neck. It was Nancy, the most obnoxious turkey in the pen. I almost smiled. What a

"The best thing for me, is you being my boyfriend, and unconditionally loving me." I whispered as we pulled away. Dylan swooped down for another kiss.

"This is horrible. Even though, it has been fifteen years, I'll never adjust to life without her." He wept. It annoyed him each time that he visited her grave and had trouble controlling his emotions. Returning to the truck, he promised to stop grieving for the love of his life. This is not what she wanted. I need to take care of a few things before I go home He thought going to the

The scenario completely starts out with the murder of two Supreme Court justices. The law student, Darby Shaw, that was seeing the teacher, Thomas Callahan, wrote her opinions down about what happened in the murders and presented these thoughts to Callahan. Callahan then presents this theory to a friend of his, an FBI operative. Callahan gets killed in a car explosion that we find out from an even later on in the movie is a car bomb planted by someone. Darby Shaw wants to meet up with the guy that Callahan told about the theory. It turns out that he was not the guy that she thought because someone killed the operative and traded places. With the intentions to kill Darby, the man is killed and so she meets Gray Grantham. They find out that

His arms where his home just as hers were his. In a swift motion her arms shoot out, wrapping around him as she pressed herself against him more into the kiss. Her hands traveled up his back until her fingers gripped hold of his shoulders. In that moment, the moment she felt his grip tightening around her, she allowed herself to forget everything that had been going on in the world around them. She allowed herself to be caught up in the kiss, the one that was long overdue. She felt almost dizzy if it weren’t for her holding onto him she feared she would have fallen over.