Crime Mystery Novels & Stories

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It was much more complicated.

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“There’s no urgency to it. Directors and investors are always interested in a good script. However, I have a question.” “What is it?” “Why is this called ‘Suicidal Christmas’? I don’t feel like I’ll enjoy Christmas anymore.” Freyja smiled. “I think it’s nice. A lot of victims in crime thrillers were killed, so ‘suicide’ is the biggest mystery. If you were a viewer, you’d want to know who’s the killer, but what if it’s a suicide?” Norman crossed his arms. “If it was a suicide, the audience would be more captivated. My uncle says that most crime thrillers have a similar storyline. It all boils down to the solving part.”

She knew most people never committed the same crime exactly, but there was always something that didnÕt differ, no matter how many times the perpetrator struck. She was looking for those similarities now. Maybe there wasnÕt a car involved, but the way the body had been displayed might be the same. Or the word that was carved into her victimÕs chest. She combed through the twenty or so cases that popped up, comparing notes until she was able to separate the few that stood out. Of the twenty cases, five had been solved. Four had suspects, and eleven were still pending. Out of the eleven six matched closely to hers, the only problem is that they were scattered around, and some, especially the f

"Maybe it's not what you think it is. " "But it could be. You don't understand. I get these strange vibes from him, and you can't convince me it's just a couple of issues. It's not. This is something different. I don't know how to explain it, but I'm worried about her. " "You can't be sure if she isn't saying anything, Dex. " "What if he's threatening her? Maybe blackmailing her with something?" "And you think that's why she's with him?" I lift my brows and he nods. "It could be. "

They had even been given monetary award, and that had gone a long way to helping Goodluck solve some of his problems as Maxwell didn't collect his gift, but only added it to Goodluck's share. There had been series of robbery in the neighborhood, and the vigilantes couldn't come up with answers to the questions on the lips of everyone. The police got involved but it seemed as though the thieves were very smart and we're probably people one could never think would be thieves and so Goodluck and Maxwell had investigates the issue, they met with almost every person in the area, they both ran a background check on everyone including their own people, they went further to check when each person le

Scarlett’s gaze locked onto Bob’s, unyielding, her expression unreadable for a long, tense moment. Then she sighed, a sound heavy with frustration and doubt. "Damon is smart," she said, her voice dropping low. "Do you really think he’s going to admit the truth in front of you?" Bob swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. "Well, according to him," he said, "he wants to work with you to discover who’s behind your brother’s death." Scarlett let out a sharp, disbelieving chuckle, her lips twisting into a sneer. "The number one suspect on the list wants to work with the Manzonis? How convenient."

The crime scene was processed with the usual efficiency, but Casie felt the weight of the note in her pocket like a stone. As she and Rick drove to meet the Captain, she stared out the window, mind racing through possibilities. The symbols, the wounds, that ancient script—all pointed to something far beyond their department's usual homicides. "You're quiet," Rick observed, navigating through morning traffic. "More quiet than usual, I mean." "Just processing," she replied, the half-truth coming naturally after years of hiding her true nature. "These kills are escalating. The first two were found in abandoned buildings, but this one..."