Booktok Murders Novels & Stories

He sipped loudly from his cup. I could feel his eyes on me through the paper. “Say, Dorothy dearest? Have you heard about this coven of Satanists that’s set up shop in town?” I put the paper down, trying my hardest not to take the bait and failing miserably. “There is no current evidence to support the theory that Richard Boyd’s murder was related to a cult. Satanic or otherwise.” “And what does the current evidence support?” “Steve,” I sighed. “Give me a break, okay? This is an open investigation.”

We were both willing to do whatever it took to stay on top—and Tessa was about to find that out. She was already asleep when I got home. I headed straight to my room and shut the door, then took out the thick, black-covered book from my drawer. People kept diaries to record moments. I kept a book filled with names—names of the people I had killed. ‘Chief Paul Barnes.’ I wrote it down in red ink, then closed the book and slid it back into the drawer.

“Check this out. He documented three nearly identical murders in that same area. 1914, 1951, and 1968. All with the same pattern—slit throats, no signs of entry, houses locked tight. There’s just enough time between them that nobody made the connection—except Anthony. He noted that he was keeping an eye out for a fourth.” She turned the journal toward us. The entries were detailed and clear—maps, names, dates, and disturbing consistencies. “And now here we are,” William said, nodding slowly. “No way one person could’ve pulled off murders that far apart in age,” I noted. “Exactly,” Alexandra agreed. “Alright. I’m in. But we’re not hitting the road tonight, right?” Alexandra gave a small shrug

I should've done to you… what we did to your sister… We should've taken you, then left you… to die out there… just another body in the wild…" Then came my own voice on the recording. "When did I ever use you? You all turned on each other. And after killing them, you tried to kill me, too, right? That cyanide drink was meant for me, wasn't it? "Too bad you grabbed the wrong glass and ended up poisoning yourself. Well, evil has its own way of catching up. What's that got to do with me? I'm just an innocent bystander." And then—silence. The recording cut off. The whole interrogation room went still, as if the air itself froze solid.

Alan was taken by force, he sat with both hands tied behind the chair to make sure he could not escape. The 25-year-old man looks around him, Alan's freaked out right now. He hasn't been in court once. The look that everyone was giving him was so horrible, it was as if he were the demon that needed to be destroyed. His body trembled violently, his breath hunted with fear. He looked ata much more terrifying judge up ahead and looked at lake and alferd as well as the principal witness. "Alan atkinston, the perpetrator of the murder that occurred three days ago. On May 12, 1930, killing a 40-year-old woman in the name of beatrix atkinston, who was also her own biological mother."

"Mr Powell I told you to stay in there until our backup arrive, what are you doing out here?" "I want to know if this lunatic was the one that murdered my daughter!" Powell replied sternly and squats in front of Dark Blood. He scrolled through his pictures and clicked on her daughter photo and showed him the phone screen, "Take a close look at her, she's in the grave now because a heartless beast like you must have murdered her. Was it really you who did it?" Dark Blood slowly glances up at the phone in front of him and he smirks. "She doesn't look like my taste, if she was my taste I bet I would have been the one to murder her cold-bloodedly.

She clicked the top blog post and started to read. TWO PEOPLE FOUND DEAD AT SEATTLE’S BEST’S PARKING LOT: On the evening of February 16th, two people were found dead by Seattle’s Best’s employee Jenny Sparks. The bodies were identified as Fred Rocco and Nelson Rocco, the owners of Rocco Brothers. The bruises and cuts found in the bodies proved that the brothers were tortured before their throats were slashed. The murder weapon, which was found in Fred Rocco’s pockets, had multiple fingerprints. Two of them were from the brothers themselves, while the other two were from Vivien and Roger Warren.

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.

The Interview Moriah Case 571, Erwin Bach, accused of multi-homicide first-degree murder, July 17, 2021. The crime scene suggests the attack was not premeditated, according to the police report. There was no evidence to suggest a link between the victims or a modus operandi. They were chosen at random, it seems. Detectives believe the attack was caused by some unknown event. An individual may become aggressive as a result. Based on the photos of the crime scenes, anyone could come to the same conclusion. The evidence does not support a prior connection with the victims as a modus operandi.

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.