Booktok Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

He’d made it his career to follow Blackwell up and down the East Coast, transferring from department to department over the years. After a triple murder in Baltimore, he’d picked up on something in a forensics report the FBI had missed—spores at a crime scene, from some gourmet mushroom produced in only a half-dozen places in the country. He’d put six brown pins in the map on his wall at his rental, one for each location.

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

I was in the library as usual reading a book I picked from the shelf when the door suddenly opened. The devil was back! He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “Nice choice of book for someone as innocent as you”. The book was about murder. A mystery novel to help keep my mind occupied rather than dwelling on my problems. I liked romance as much as the next girl but needed something darker and more compelling. Something more relatable to the state of my life.

“I found this book outside. It has all the answers.” I furrow my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about, Alex?” His attention turns back to the weathered book in his hands. He flips through the pages until he finds the one he’s looking for. “Look at this.” He hands the book to me. I scan the words, latching onto the ones at the very top. How To Kill A Vampire. Suspicion descends over me. “Alex, are you sure this is even real? It sounds a little made-up.”

There was only one way out for the rat; through her. “Please, Damian,” she sobbed. “Please, don’t.” I held the torch to the bucket. The metal hissed. Popped. And Anita, she screamed as the rat started clawing. I didn’t stop, didn’t even hesitate. “First question,” I said calmly. “The day of the pool party - who drugged my drink?” “Janelle did! Janelle Matteucci! It was her family party, and Sophia had something on her. She had to help!” Anita cried between screams of pain.

I took a puff from my cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air as I took two steps closer to where he struggled to stand. “You accused Nelly of murdering Dahlia.” “Because she did.” “And what evidence do you have?” I tightened my jaw, raising my cigarette to my face. “We all know what killed Dahlia.” Blood oozed from his mouth, and I saw that a tooth had fallen out. “You’re fucking gullible, Ace!” I didn’t expect him to yell in my face after I'd put my hands on his face. “Mark my words… A woman will be the one to end you.”

It was the shopkeeper's wife, Roger's wife. "You?" I blurted out, startled. The police had insisted she didn't seem like the killer. She gave a small smile. "Surprised? I know the truth." "What truth?" I demanded, my voice tight with urgency. She paused, staring at me as if struck by something. Then a strange laugh escaped her lips. "No wonder. No wonder! Your nerves really are made of steel!" "What do you mean?" I pressed. "It was you who killed Edmund! And then you framed my husband! He's too honest, too quiet. He actually fell for your trick!"

Great customer service, I know. But finding a demonic killer is a little more important. And I really don’t feel like dealing with people right now. Sometimes I question why I went into retail in the first place. I yawn, wish I was back in my bed with Lucas, and pick up the Book of the Beast. Lucas has the files about the witches who were murdered and is going to look through for any sort of connection. I kind of hate admitting that he can look at them with a different perspective than I can, but I really need his input on this.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.