Jane Rhodes Murder Novels & Stories

Signed: CVM There were no explanations, no threats, no promises, just an invitation. There was a photo tucked between the folds. A young woman, probably in her late twenties, wearing a wedding gown. Her veil was crumpled, and her mascara was streaked. She was crying, her full-body sobs were caught mid-motion. On the back of the photograph, someone had written in slanted writing: Amelia Rhodes. Widowed in 2021. No autopsy was done. Genevieve gripped the edge of the sink tightly until her knuckles turned white.

No matter what, Jane could not hate the woman of what she did to her and her twin sister. That night, it's a nightmare hard to disregard in her sense. Jane opened the folder, and the first thing she saw the blonde young girl in fifteen lying on the floor half naked. Eyes were closed but even so the pain remained on her facial expression, having died unbearably. Hand fisted as she heaved a sigh. The youngest in the age of the victims, and according to the autopsy, the girl's name Jane Roberts, the only daughter of Michael Roberts who lose his wife in a car accident five years ago, died in an acid the killer intake to her in forced, and in her stomach 15 needles pierced.

Jane sneaked out the syringe in her lab coat pocket and hid it in her bag that was kept on the desk in her office so that nobody would see it then she used the DC shower. Casandra suggested that Jane's cloth should be disposed off. Jane's result came out after five minutes and the result reads negative.The next day Jane visited Luis's house with two officers. Jane knocks on Luis's door but it was his wife Anabel that opened it "Where is Luis?" Jane asked, "He has not returned home since yesterday. What happened?" "Your fucking husband tried to get me killed." Jane shouted at Mrs Anabel. "How dare you come to my house to insult my husband!"

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Catalina’s POV I drove to Jane's house because I felt responsible to help her. I also called 911, and help was on its way to Jane. Then, after a few minutes, I got to Jane's house, and all I could hear was her sobbing on the porch with a hand covered with blood. I thought she had done something wrong, but it wasn't her. Someone was here and killed her two maids on the balcony. Their necks were open as if they had been bitten and sucked by a dangerous animal, but I knew that wasn't the case. A vampire did it.

“Katarina Romanoff was a troubled woman, Ms. Lauren. She had a history of depression. There were no signs of a struggle, no evidence of foul play. Everything pointed to suicide.” “But you don’t know for sure,” I pressed. “You can’t be certain.” Rhodes studied me for a long moment, her gaze intense. Finally, she sighed again, but this time there was a note of resignation in her voice. “All right,” she said. “I’ll tell you what I remember. But I’m telling you now, you’re not going to like it.” I nodded, bracing myself for whatever she was about to say. Rhodes motioned for me to follow her, and she led me to a small, dimly lit office. She closed the door behind us and gestured for me to sit.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

So, the Obsidian Cartel is real! SkillSage: Who posted this? The Obsidian Cartel said they’d kill him, and now, she’s provoking them! SpicyTales: If he dies, she’d basically be the murderer! I let it go viral. The bigger the mess, the better. The police took the report and video seriously and immediately began investigating Jason’s entry time and location. Two days later, during a company meeting, Jason suddenly burst in. He was covered in blood. Everyone was shocked. Rachel quickly called the police.

the call was cut, leaving a beep as it did. I rested on my chair, my head fell back and I closed my eyes. So much was at stake; so many innocent lives. It was time that I stopped concentrating so much on Louis. This was not about revenge but about justice and if at the end of the day I just so happen to have the satisfaction of seeing Louis Rodriguez behind bars at the end of it… I took out his case file and gave it another look. LOUIS RODRIGUEZ was the suspect in several tragedies. First is the murder of his first wife, Jennifer and their daughter, Sofia. The incident occurred months after their ugly divorce.

Right after, she headed up staggering to the desk she was before and reached for the phone. “911, what’s your emergency?” “A murder happened-“ she inhaled some oxygen and gulped her saliva before continuing her explanation, “-Easton Apartment, Narragansett, Rhode Island. Please hurry up.” “Okay, Ma’am, can you stay on line with me?” “Yes.” “Good. Is the murder still there?” “N…no. I don’t know what was happening nor do I know when it was happened. One of our residents was found dead, just by now.”