Good Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

My mind was a hyper-focused machine, calculating, plotting, dissecting the game board. Zane thought she was a mastermind. She thought she had covered every track, plugged every hole, and secured her future. It was the one thing that kept surprising me—in all these weeks, in all this time, there had been no traces of a mistake. No late-night texts left unread. No mysterious hotel receipts. But every criminal makes a mistake eventually. She is arrogant now. She is three months pregnant, comfortable, thinking she had won the war and comfortable people get sloppy. I wouldn't confront her today. I wouldn't scream or throw her clothes out the window. That was the old Mark. That was the man who pan

she called the address to where she was going to the cab guy. "Get in" the cab guy replied and she hopped in. **** *Shop* Jasper has been briefed on Drake's murder and Anna's disappearance but what he's finding difficult to understand is how do they get a lead to the murderer behind Drake's death and Anna's disappearance. The four of them were now at the gun shop of Jasper's friend. "What's up nigga?" his friend greeted and did a handshake and a brief hug with Jasper. "I'm good man. I'm here to get some babies for my friends" Jasper replies.

What puzzling me the most was the black car that could have killed her instantly. Jerome found the number bizarre at first look. He traced the plate number this morning, but we found out that it wasn’t even registered.

Suddenly the lights went out and I quickly fell on the couch and closed my eyes. When the lights came back up everyone dramatically gasped and cried out. “She’s dead!” Grayson screamed. “There’s a murderer in this room!” “No fucking way!” Lee said excitedly. “It’s a murder mystery party!” “Detective Lee, you must solve this!” Lulu said hysterically. Lee quickly opened his envelope that had secrets about everyone here in it. I rose up from the couch. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Lee pointed out. “I’m a ghost,” I responded. “I cannot rest until my murderer is found. Any guesses right now?”

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.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

“Your situation doesn't look good. In fact, it would be easier if you just confessed.” I frowned. “Confessed to what?” He shrugged. “Attempting murder.” Chills ran down my spine. “Is this a joke? Because if it is, it's anything but funny.” The other detective, Eton Miles, scoffed. “We wish it was a joke, but we have quite solid evidence and an obvious motive.” My hands fisted. “What is that supposed to mean?”

The only logical explanation for it was when they took down the door, they set off a smoke bomb Ruby had planted. “What type of bullshit is this? Someone better start talking and do it now! None of you move or I swear I will fire.” Detective Morris screamed through the doorway. “We swear this was not our doing. We told you that there were traps around the house from the chick who you tried to stop from running down the street.” Tony said in a pissed off tone. I could here the detective growl and then he said, “I may not be able to see you, but I know you lot are all liars and murders and you all will be going to jail tonight!” At his words Jennifer sighed and she did the unthinkable she stoo

I didn't mind it all as I was fixated at the last line of text written about her. "Madeline Günter killed her husband 20 years ago due to infidelity. During her arrest she killed two of the police that captured her with a rifle that her husband had illegally bought and was able to escape. We found her in the boonies living a secluded life and suffered dementia during those times." This information is like indirectly telling me if it was right to kill an old lady who had forgotten her crimes. I chuckled at the fact that this game is well thought of… although the reason for this is still unknown the primary goal is to kill and survive. As if all our crimes will be forgiven by committing anothe

STARING directly at the dismembered corpse a few meters away from where she stood, Detective Paige Morsen bent her back to take a closer look, not letting the intolerable stench and the grim images projecting ahead of her bother the concentration she needed to get her initial thoughts together. She firmly believed that to be able to unlock the mysteries surrounding a murder case, she must collect the prime keys, at first. And the subject definitely holds it all.