Crime Novel Pseudonym Novels & Stories

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

I just want to go back into whatever hole I could crawl into. Yvonne Hechtman. It's been such a long time since I heard that name that I had already forgotten about it. About that young, innocent little girl who didn't know anything about the evils of the world. The girl who had her hopes high up... Yvonne Hechtman. That is my real name. Ava is just a pseudonym I used in the ring. Every woman there usually uses one.

And his eyes were finally removed from me and focused on the file. Name: Christine Williams Age: 23 Personality: Simple and does not care about trending styles. Fond of bright colours. Occupation: A third-rate novelist... Writes erotica short stories to make a living... Announcing my biodata with his deep voice, he glanced at me with some dark holds in them. His brow arched and I swear upon God, I saw an evil smirk! My eyes were immediately removed from his. Fuck! My novelist identity is unknown to people and only God knows how they get to know about it.

"The corpses were brutally murdered, and there was a letter D scripted on their forehead, consistent with several past murders, which suggests they belong to the same culprit who has been active for years. Based on the state of the bodies, investigators believe they were killed several days before being discovered…" "Anything on this person impersonating me?" I asked, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the leather headrest. The question came out tired. I was tired...not in the way sleep fixes, but in the way that settles into your bones when you've been carrying something heavy for too long. "No, boss. Whoever it is, they're being very careful. No trail, no slip-ups." Rave

Dexter said sadly, he for the longest time urges Ruby to come out from her hidden identity to increase her readersship, encourage more readers to read her books through book tours and book signing. But Ruby refuses saying that her anonymity helps give her pen name the given mystery which mostly the theme of her books. Romance-mystery with action-thiller. She also writes children's short story book but with another pen name. using Jade as her pseudonym. " you mean James Alley?"

I replied with a small nervous smile before taking another bite of the pasta She didn't seem very happy with that answer "There's not much money in writing from what I know." Alice let out a laugh and her mom glared over at her until she spoke "Blair is actually one of the most well known authors in the world mom." Cassidy's face fell slightly as her gaze settled on me "Then why haven't I heard of you before?" "I wrote under a pseudonym, Aria Bac, I'm sure you've probably heard of me." I stated feeling my anger rising each time Cassidy made a snarky comment She nodded seeming surprised, "I have but I still don't believe it's you."

It had been four days since I pushed Helena away and had the surgery, and since then I had practically been in the company of silence. Not being able to go to my house as this was considered an investigation scene, I had moved to a hotel room where I had medical personnel taking care of me and attending me. Half an hour ago, an officer had leaved in company of one of Alex’s agent after taking my statements and telling me something that not in a million years, I would have imagined. Angela Jennings, was the pseudonym of Karina Thyne, a criminal wanted for her ex-boyfriend and his actual girlfriend’s murder eight years ago in the state of Alabama, she along with her two brothers had changed th

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

"No! That can't be true. Mike wasn't faking it. He really didn't feel well. He was wrapped in a blanket, just resting. You saw the photo yourselves! His face was pale—he didn't look right!" Alex glanced at the photo again. The coroner shook his head. His voice left no room for doubt. "The body doesn't lie. He wasn't sick. He was poisoned with cyanide. Someone killed him." Alex's gaze snapped back to me. "What if Mike was just acting weak that whole time?" A chill shot up my spine so fast that my teeth clenched. Mike was pretending to be sick? Why would he do that? My throat tightened. "So… are you saying Mike was the actual killer? But then, why would he spare me?"

Sloan is a well-known unknown writer who went by the pen name 'Oh Renji' and did nothing but write stories—erotic stories, to be precise. "He's got a fat brain," Primus remarked, and Luca smiled. Indeed! Their friend had a healthy fat brain. "Yeah... Unlike you, doesn't have a brain," he said, teasing Primus Armande. Primus was immediately triggered by what Luca said. "I'm a brainless? Dolt, you're speaking to the CEO of this hotel; a CEO is right in front of you!" Luca and Wregan both burst out laughing at Primus' reaction. Primus was visibly upset by what he said.