Crime Mystery Novels & Stories

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker. “What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together. “Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance. “Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience. “What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk. How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?

After a long pause, he said softly, "Yes. He always took my things. He said we were poor and that I didn't have a dad." My heart ached. I pulled him into my arms. "If anyone ever says stuff like that again, tell me. I'll deal with them, okay?" He nodded and looked up at me. "Mom, Liam is dead. Will he turn into a ghost and come for me?" I froze. "Why would you think that?" "He told me before. He said if he died, he'd come back as a ghost to take me with him." A surge of anger rushed through me.

The crime architect hadn’t just built the crime, he had demolished the evidence. Clinton suggested that they go solo on the case- no lawyers, no official channels, and no paper trail that could alert the wrong people. According to him, the truth they were looking for wouldn’t be found in court records or legal archives. It would be buried in plain sight, scattered across old newspaper pages and forgotten television reports from that period. If there were inconsistencies, that was where they would surface.

Amy walked ahead faster while Rita laughed behind her. Suddenly, a loud alarm echoed through the building. Both girls froze instantly. “What’s that sound?” Rita asked nervously. “I don’t know, but I think there’s some kind of gathering.” Amy led the way toward the general hall. By the time they arrived, the mobsters had already gathered. They quietly stood behind the crowd. Then Drake walked in with Marcus behind him. His eyes immediately found Amy. A faint smirk appeared on his lips when he noticed she was cleaned up. “Attention.”

"A... used one?" "A romantic mystery," you said, showing her the front. "It's from the seventies, and is about a female detective who gets involved with the man who hires her to investigate his wife's murder. I'm hoping it's got Castle vibes." She broke into a smile, taking the book from you and turning it over in her hands. Then she kissed you again, on her tiptoes. "Has anyone told you that you're the sweetest?" she asked. "Not today," you smiled.

He smelled like musk and forest and yum. Of course, nothing spelled romance like true crime documentaries. I figured Grey assumed when I had eagerly scooped up the remote, I would stream a romance movie, and not the latest release of a grisly double murder in a small town where no one saw it coming and everyone knew their neighbors. Or at least thought they did.

I look away to find another. F*ck this is frustrating. I always accumulate cases that are often involved drugs and sex within the homicide crisis. I contacted Melanie who's good at hacking - a friend of mine once. I walk back and forth above the boards until I hear her voice echoing through the speaker. "Hello," She answered. "Hey, you still remember me?" "Marina? Of course yes, I would easily recognize your voice" "I want you to do something, it's an emergency" "New homicide?"

-MyMischievous_M (Warning: There's a typographical and grammatical error ahead so bear with the author because she's still learning and trying to be better day by day. SYNOPSIS: Majesty Greyish Lux is a detective who wants to unfold the truth about the crime that happened 10 years ago. Her first love got murdered and she was the only witness. But after 10 years the murderer is still unknown to her. She never saw the face of the man who murdered her first love so she chose to be a detective to find the culprit.

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.