Booktok Murders Novels & Stories

Jay was not loud, but his words were like a hammer as they struck me. “Detective Xavier,” I started. I was trying to explain myself, but my mind was a mess. I shivered as a startling thought popped into my head. “Could it have been Cynthia? She must have poisoned the beer because she was jealous of Lysette. After she poisoned Kellan and Lysette, she killed herself out of guilt!”

the woman said and the television showed the outside of the houses with the bright yellow ‘do not cross—police’ tape cordoning off the area. “The first victims were Marrick and Susan Goldman and their four children, Jackson, Rupert, Sumari and Kyle. Two of the children died from poisoning while the rest were shot at close range. Nothing appeared to be missing from their home. The second set of victims were Peter McPherson, his wife Tanya and their daughter Michelle. Michelle was strangled to death but Peter and Tanya were shot at close range just like the Goldman couple. Their house was ransacked but the police are unsure if anything is missing as yet. The third set of victims were Rick and

The news reporter announced, “a member from our news team has confirmed that a body was found inside Starbucks bathroom, investigators are now alleging that this small area of the city may be registered as dangerous until they can find our serial killer, suspicions are raised believing that the two recent killings have connected with the disappearance of, nineteen-year-old, bookstore cashier, Charlotte—” “I know that girl,” Lilith whispered, observing the picture of the girl displayed on the screen, “The bookstore— I went there to grab a couple of books, the day the first body was found, and she was a— bitch” Lilith continued, “I hope she is ok, and not dead... A lot of those are turning up

Laura’s crimes were quickly uncovered. During surgery, she had deliberately neglected her duties. Knowing full well that Anthony was unqualified, she insisted on placing him on the operating table. She treated human life as a joke, and in the end, the patient died on the table. She was also implicated in multiple other charges, including kidnapping, illegal drug administration, and intentional bodily harm. The police submitted a full set of evidence to the prosecutor’s office, and the prosecution immediately filed charges, requesting cumulative sentencing for all offenses.

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."

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.

As Tatiana reflected on this, she stared at the details of the first girl’s death and felt certain that she had encountered a similar method of killing before. She glanced around the room, stood up, and found the book on criminal psychology she had previously looked through. Relying on her memory, she flipped to page 165, where she found an introduction about Luca Veroni. He was a notorious serial killer known worldwide.

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

If he doesn't, he'll keep looking. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and punched in the photo I'd sent to Kate. "I found something in Sebastian library once." I thrust the phone at him. He looks at it and frowns. "It was a book with some people who were.. dead. There were notes on where.. how they died and what date they died. I took only a few, while there were many more." I swallowed. "On the last page there was a picture of Killian, my friend. But the note only says that he was targeted." Vito scanned the photo carefully and stopped long at a victim named Sloan Torrino. "Sloan..."