Fiction Murder Mystery Books Novels & Stories

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 34 . Ruth finished taking her bath as she walked to the dining to meet Elena who was waiting at the dining.(this story is written by Naomi Innocent) Her mom sat down and smiled at her as she smiled too. "Let's eat" Elena said as she opened the dishes. "Wow! It looks... " Ruth stopped and stared at the cup cakes that doesn't look like cupcakes at all.

There aren't too much exciting things to be found in the internet. I was about to turn my phone off when I remember Mr. Don'tLookForMe, I searched for his book on GoodNovel and added it to my library. I really find his book interesting. Ezicx told me that this man is the famous mystery author and his art of literature just really seems to do a storytelling of my life. I opened it and went on the latest update. I almost dropped my jaw when I read the latest update. The main character's bestfriend got married to his brother- exactly like how Janine married my brother.

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The metallic scent of blood. “DEVYN!” Chairs were thrown around, vases were smashed, but he couldn’t pinpoint where the smell of blood was emanating from. Then he realised something... He hadn’t checked the main bedroom. Running through to the other side of the cottage, he throws the bedroom door open and charges in but takes a step back when he sees the calling card on the wall and his face pales. Deja vu set in and Kieran’s heart breaks anew. “No... not again...” He cries out, his breathing ragged as Massimo runs into the bedroom behind him. “Fuck, oh fuck, Kieran...” He breathes out, knowing what this meant. The fucking Suarez Cartel had her.

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

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That right there is the only reason he wasnÕt buying into the idea that she was hiding something, that and the fact that theyÕd found nothing to confirm such suspicions. He was beginning to wonder more and more as the day went by just what was happening to his town. In the space of a few months, thereÕve been two murders when there had never been one in his whole lifetime. Not only that, but neither murder had been of the ordinary garden variety. Both had been gruesome and way over the top as far as he was concerned.

The kind of smile you give when a chess game finally ends, and your opponent has walked straight into the trap you've set from the very first move. "Detective Bell." My voice was calm, almost gentle. "That recording… Doesn't it prove the killer poisoned those four, and then drank his own poison? Doesn't that sound like a guilty man taking himself out? "I don't understand why you all keep looking at me. From start to finish, I never did a thing. Just because Sharon suffered, just because I hated them for it, that makes me guilty? "I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?"

There were equal parts nostalgia and love, and fear and guilt filling my heart, seeing her. The look she was giving me made me gulp. It was cold and scrutinising, as though I was nothing but a stranger to her, someone who had committed the worst crime in her book. “I can explain,” I got out, taking slow steps into the room. “That’s a trait of yours that hasn’t gone away, I see,” she scoffed. “But save it. I don’t need your explanation. In fact, I don’t want or need anything from you. I was only here to see if you in the flesh after the sham you’ve committed against your own blood.” She inched toward me and asked, “Tell me, who is buried in your grave? Whose dead bodies did we mourn?”

I can’t let go if deep down inside me, they need me for this. I got off the boat when I reached Catagban port where the van that'll take me to the resort was found. I occupied myself by reading a book by Agatha Christi, ABC Murder. One of Hercule Poirot myster. It was a book that Rhisha gave me at our graduation. She said that I might like it since I love reading books. I sighed. Because of thinking deeply, I got lost in what I am currently reading. It was the part where Fraser discovered that Betty died during the interrogation she did with Poirot.