Crime Mystery Novels & Stories

The plot became more complex as connections to other illicit activities, police corruption and power plays emerged. Smith realized that the key to unraveling the mystery lay in the complex relationships between the members of the organization, and he was determined to break through the façade of loyalty that the criminals tried to maintain. Each clue led him deeper into the underworld of organized crime, and he found himself surrounded by a web of lies, betrayals and dark secrets.

As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed. When did I start getting suspicious of Vonn and his crew? Oh, right. It was after I handed over $15,000 to some dude claiming to be Vonn's ex. The more I mulled it over, the more things did not add up. I headed to the police station to share my suspicions. I thought they would laugh me off, but boy, was I in for a surprise. It turned out there had been a string of killings in town, and all the victims were rich, bachelor types living alone.

The city stood still under the blanket of darkness, its usual hum drowned out by the gravity of the situation. Lysandra stood by the window of her apartment, her gaze fixed on the distant skyline. The moon hung low, a crescent scarred by the remnants of forgotten secrets. Her fingers drummed absently against the edge of her desk, the images of the latest murder scattered around her. Another death. Another symbol. Another victim. She couldn't shake the sense of familiarity gnawing at her, a creeping feeling that the crimes weren’t just connected by bloodshed, but by something more ancient, more primal. The pattern was undeniable now, woven through the fabric of the city's darkness.

I use my backpack as a shield against the cold raindrops and run through the darkness that rules the university parking lot. My criminal law class ended fifteen minutes late, so the area feels even more desolate than usual. There’s a guard booth just a few meters away, but I get the same bizarre sensation I’ve had the past few nights: the back of my neck prickling, a warning deep in my mind, like someone is watching me from the shadows.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

Rose answered in a playful tone. "What were you searching for here, for which you...stayed outside whole night for days..and almost weeks?" I completed my sentence, struggling to find the right words before looking at Rose who was standing still, her sudden silent and erect posture making me even more suspicious. "I don't think it's really important to share 'cause it's just a trivial matter, you know all these murder mysteries-" "I love mysteries, you know that right? My bookshelf and closet are filled with books based on criminology and stuffs based on them though I'm a doctor by profession so you must know of my addiction for murder mysteries by now?"

After checking the building outside and following the footsteps that suddenly mixed along with people’s footprints, Shan reported to him that he failed to trace Crimson Blade. Xian breathes made a white smoke in the air. He was a renowned detective who solves several cases on his hand and always caught the suspect successfully, but only one person that he can’t manage to catch, a killer that always leaves a trace yet untraceable — Crimson Blade. She always slips away from his hand. From the day his little brother was killed, he was obsessed with catching this Assassin of the Dark Moon.

A black maria zoomed along the highway in the late night. It’s noise loud enough to disturb the peace and serenity of the evening. The front and passenger seats were occupied by two policemen who were chatting away, while the back was occupied by criminals who had just received judgment and sat in handcuffs. The air was filled with gloom as none of the criminals made any sound. Each to his own thoughts. “I swear to God, Arsenal has to be the most useless team I have ever seen in my life.” The cop who was driving cursed as his face squeezed in anger.

He introduced himself as Detective Harris, gesturing for her to take a seat. “Mrs. Collins, thank you for coming in,” he began, taking a seat across from her. “I know this is unexpected, but we’re hoping you can help us with an ongoing investigation.” Isabelle swallowed hard. “What kind of investigation?” The detective leaned forward, his gaze piercing. “It involves your husband.” Her blood ran cold. “Andrew? What… what’s going on? Has something happened to him?” Harris shook his head. “No, not in the way you’re thinking. But we’ve been looking into some… irregularities. Medical fraud, possibly linked to organized crime.”

I went ahead to kiss her forehead and wished her a good night rest before getting back into my car. When I got home,I couldn't cook any meal cos I was so famished and can't bring myself to cooking dinner. I ordered for pizza and ate it with beer. I had a shower later then watched news for a while before going to bed. I couldn't sleep and was imagining what it was gonna be like to have Linda on my bed cuddling. With that,I stood up and took my coat ;the one I wore to work today, wrapped it after inhaling her scent, placed it beside me on the bed and cuddled it as if it were Linda. Before I knew it,I was already dozing off."Strange things love can do to a man"I thought sleeping.