What Are The Most Gripping Plot Twists In Crime Stories?

This is thriller where the killer murders with put leaving a detail and you wont ever feel bored i guess all of you guys will enjoy reading this

Hayden is a perfect husband for Riz. He's sweet, self-orientated and a successful doctor. They are living happily until a crime happened in their city. A crime of the past. Suddenly, their peaceful life will be fully be entangled into the world of serial killing. It will confuse their life, their marriage and trust especially when Riz started to doubt her own husband's personality. It doesn't make sense. Is her husband the serial killer?

She should be putting him on cuffs yet she let him one down his neck. He smells like danger yet she fully caved in. Just one murder case before she would leave the force but it seems leaving was not an option anymore as Raymond comes barging into her life. What happens when all fingers are pointing to the one her body and heart finally craves for?. Would she put her feelings aside and let justice serve it's course? Or would she choose love from a dangerous man over everything.

When finding evidence is by the skin of one's teeth, what price are you willing to lay to find the culprit?~~~She was just a typical girl from a not so typical family, who will seek justice after her loved ones' death. She was the only survivor in that death trap or at least that was what she knew. Their death wasn't just a mere tragedy, it was intentional. The purpose was to eradicate her clan, but they failed when she survived.When her only reason for living was taken away from her... What was left in her being were: hatred, anger and the burning fire to have her revenge, but it was hard to find since no obtainable evidence could uncover the culprit behind the terrible scheme.When her boss, turned lover, started to show affection, a beam of light was flashed in her being. The newly found solitude with him gradually replaced her negative feelings. But as another guy entered into the picture and claimed her to be his, it drifted her back to her intentions which led her to unravel some secrets she never thought existed. Join me as I lay pieces of information about the Culprit's real identity.

On her unconscious bed, her husband gave the order to abort her child. Their child. Driven by lust and desperation for power, Killian Powell framed Rose Webster just to divorce her and marry her twin. At what price? To easily buy his way into her family's corporation. Rose had the evidence to expose her husband's true face to the world and tear him down. But of what use was it when her vicious parents threatened to stop the treatment of her sick daughter if she dared release the evidence? Like always, they cared more about what they stood to gain from a traitor who stabbed their daughter—a man they once despised when he was nothing. As much as Rose couldn't trade the life of her daughter, she couldn't bear the internet stigma and mockery. Not to mention her job as a detective was suspended as if she were some criminal. The whole world seemed to close in on Rose until redemption came in the form of a dangerous offer. When solving a risky murder case was the only way to get back at her ex-husband and also keep her child safe, how far would she go to ruin her ex?

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.