How To Comit The Perfect Murder Novels & Stories

I keep typing away, entering codes and zooming in and adding more exposure to the freeze frame to capture the woman’s features from the footage. “What the fuck? I need to call Colin.” Never-mind that, I need to go to the courthouse and show this to him now. He’s never goin to believe me if I just say it over the phone. I quickly press the keys ‘Cntrl’ + ‘P’ and rush to the print room to pull both copies. Leaving one pinned to the board we’d already assembled and taking the other one with me as I rushed to grab the keys of any available patrol car.

"But Kunle, you have to come and snap me oo. Selfies ain't going to work." Kunle facepalmed himself and he mouthed something like Sophia will be the one to kill me. "Use timer and put it on the flower vase oo." Sophia muttered something that sounded more like a grumble. Then everything was quiet from her end save the occasional click click sound of pictures being snapped. Kunle exhaled as we started to watch the highlights. **********

“Yes. H-04 is here.” Hunt 04 is my membership code. “That’s good. H-06, start your mission first.” “All right.” Claire got out of the car while carrying a mini-sized flash drive that she hid in the back pocket of her jeans. She walked towards the quiet parking lot and approached the side of the club. “The system control room on the third floor. Can you reach it?” “Yes, Captain. No problem.” Claire fired a gun toward the third floor. Not a bullet, but a small anchor with a long rope out of it. The anchor was firmly hooked up to the iron balcony on the third floor of the building. The girl pulls the trigger again, and she automatically climbs up.

“Janus, to be frank… If you didn’t give me any hints, I wouldn’t have noticed anything strange at all. How did you know?” Janus smiled, “They had a good script, but the director and actors are a little careless. They didn’t pay attention to the details, so I of course noticed.” He then added, “As people always say, there’s no such thing as a perfect crime in this world. There’s no absolute perfection, but one can craft it well with effort. If the criminal paid attention to the delicate details, no one would discover them despite the imperfect crime.” Charlie had learned a lot from Janus. He asked curiously, “So, Janus, how did you notice something strange about that woman?”

I said, my voice hollow. "Now, please sign at the appropriate place." I reluctantly lifted the stylus. It felt heavy, like a lead weight. I pressed it to the glass and completed the transaction. TRANSFER COMPLETE. My confidence really failed me on this. I felt exposed. I felt like I had just handed a loaded gun to my executioner. But how? How did I miss the eight million? Mark checked his phone. A notification pinged. He looked at the screen, and his entire demeanor changed. The tension vanished from his shoulders. He looked so elated, like a man who had just gotten away with the perfect crime.

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

"What's the use of calling the police? Even if they arrest her, the application can't be changed…" She turned to me, her voice trembling. "Fi, I'll go make some calls right now and ask if there's any way to fix this." I shook my head. "I've already checked. There's nothing we can do. Once it's submitted, no one can change it." The room fell silent for a few seconds before it was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. I went to open it. Standing outside the door was Preston. "What are you doing here? We've already broken up."

However, everything was going perfect. I finally had my mate. She was gorgeous, smart, and successful. I couldn’t have chosen anyone better for myself. I decided I was going to wait until after the wedding to kill the wolf to break the bond between them. I knew it would be painful for her, and I didn’t know how long the pain would last. I didn’t want any hiccups in our engagement. I took her on my desk, then I took her to the kitchen and fucked her, then my living room. I had plans to fuck her everywhere I could. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was too sexy.

The smile Skyla wore when she was about to set the world on fire. “Sure,” I said, sweetly. “Give me the tablet.” He hesitated just long enough to show me he didn’t understand what kind of mistake he’d just made. Then he placed it in my cuffed hands. And just like that, the cuffs didn’t matter anymore. My fingers moved like they had their own pulse, a rhythm I’d memorized from years of typing in the dark. I wasn’t decrypting their drive. I was planting a seed. A silent scream in the wires, something that would crawl into their system and wait for my signal.

The finish line. But now, standing here, staring at the man who had haunted her nightmares… She felt nothing. Not satisfaction. Not relief. Just cold, empty silence. Damien leaned forward as much as his restraints allowed. “Go on, then. Prove you’re the monster she made you.” Lena’s finger hovered over the trigger. She should pull it. She wanted to pull it. But something was wrong. Too easy. Too clean. Mercer had surrendered Damien without a fight.