Good Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

Lacey thought it was nice, but it wasn't enough to make her want to watch the news. But what was able to catch Lacey's attention was the breaking news story that flashed on the screen about a local murder that happened right before Christmas. A close up of a familiar diner showed on the screen and nausea twisted inside of Lacey's stomach, threatening to spill the contents of her belly. It was the Darn Good Diner that was the scene of the murder. The place that they had been at just an hour earlier. An emergency call had come through about twenty minutes ago, reporting what sounded like gunfire. When the local police officers responded, they found a body out back beside the dumpsters. They re

They both seem to despise each other, so why get married? Maybe she wants his money. Typical Gold Diggers. Or maybe there's another reason. I leaned back in my chair and scratched my beard. Why would anyone want this man dead? The question kept roaming in My head. Whoever it was covered their tracks well. They knew exactly what they were doing. Paying someone straight cash just to rent their car so you can commit murder. Then there is the gun. We've been trying to trace those bullets for weeks, nothing. I feel worthless! I imagine being the lead detective and not being able to crack the case. Everything is blank.

PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER TWO Back in the Muriel’s company, Stefan was celebrating with Mr. Brown the good news. Good news he had been the protagonist from. In less than four months two murders had happened. “I don’t understand, that was too easy for you, right?” Mr. Brow said after reading the headline in the newspaper. Stefan pouring a glass of wine, smiled. “Well, too easy as you said, no, it wasn’t but I can’t say he became in the reason of my sleepless nights.”

Life is a dark comedy. “Okay, at least we know the victim... What else do we know?” Mrs. De Cassel is the widow of a noble French man who died some years ago in an accident. “Accident? Was it an ‘accident’?” Claude was thinking deeply about the possibility of Mr. De Cassel being murdered. “Could it be? In that case, maybe our murderer and his murderer, are the same person?” The idea seemed attractive, but it lacked evidence. And it kept a lot of questions unanswered: “Why did Mrs. De Cassel get poisoned? And why is she not dead?”

"Have mine. No worries, I don't got cooties." "Mmm," she tilted her head in an attempt to nod her thanks then stared at her palms for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She clasped her hands in her lap and looked up slowly. When she reached Mr. Policeman's face, he was staring at her with a slight arch to one eyebrow, but other than that, he seemed expressionless. His eyes were mesmerizing. They were hazel, medium brown, rimmed, getting lighter in color inwards with flecks of greens, the insides turning almost to liquid gold right before her eyes. She stared at them wondering what liquid gold tasted like. Perhaps somewhat like honey liquor sweet and smooth on the tongue but bur

Besides, she enjoys his company. "You, you're so beautiful. I will never believe you if you tell me that you don't have suitors." "Oh, I have suitors. But I haven't found the man who could make trust completely." --------------- Detective Marvin Sullivan, a seasoned detective famous for his excellent track record. He's been revered by everyone until Salazar Simmon died. Then pretty soon after, another renowned personality was murdered. This has never happened before. Their city has its flaws, like other cities. Crime happens but not like this. Especially not committed by a woman. Sullivan feels like the killer is intentionally leaving a trail of evidence.

I arched my brow at him. “Not you too. What’s so bad about a security company. So he owns almost all the security cameras in the city. That should be a good thing if it's true what he claims in all the magazines about being an honest man. But, on the other hand, it could all be a front, and he could be withholding potential evidence. I don't have time to waste. I've wasted enough time. I have a murderer to find.” “It’s normally the ones who work so hard to appear good that have the most skeletons in their closet, Rey.”

“I thought if nobody ear there still John Wen should be here in front of gate after all he is security in-charge of the Walton’s mansion.” “I couldn’t able to decide whether or not I should enter, but suddenly I heard few ambiguous noises inside the mansion.” “I hurried my pace and the scene I saw getting the door I felt like somebody rugged swept out from under your feet.” Mark Taylor’s eyes turned red while thinking about the scene and he has deep regrets about this accident which was now capturing his mind. “What did you see?” Mike asked. “Murder of sir Joe Walton.” Thought Alex knew about it, but Mike was definitely oblivious to this truth. His eyes turned big in shock and forehead start

It was too late now to feel sorry for the things he have done. “We’ve found something on the crime scene, Sir.” He begins. “And?” The man hums. It was low and gentle. “And I assumed it was similar towards the murder that happened before.” Gerry firmly said. “Who?” The man curiously ask. But unbeknownst to him, he was smiling on the other line, a smile driven by sick thoughts, desire he has been caught up with as he stared at the screen. “The Buenaventura’s, Sir.” Gerry responded rather quickly.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.