Jodi Arias Crime Scene Novels & Stories

She reached down and snatched up a heavy length of firewood. “What are you going to do?” I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs. She just cut me a look that said, Seriously? The door creaked open. The second Clyde stepped inside, Aria swung. The wood connected with the side of his head with a sickening thud, and he crumpled to the floor instantly. “Oh my God, you killed him!” I hissed, staring down at his limp body. Aria didn't even look phased. She just shrugged. “Whatever you saw in that journal; the one you’ve got stuffed in your waistband and won't let me read, it must’ve been pretty damning. I’m betting I didn’t do anything he didn't deserve.”

"And more importantly, we're not letting criminals dictate how we run our business." Margaret looked uncertain. Others were nodding. The tide was turning. "I call for a vote," David said. "All in favor of continuing the merger as planned?" Nine hands went up. Three abstained. "Motion passes." Aria exhaled slowly. "Thank you. Now let's talk about Q4 projections—" Her phone buzzed. Detective Morrison. "Excuse me." Aria stepped into the hallway. "Detective?" "Ariana's dead." Morrison's voice was flat. "Stabbed in her hospital room thirty minutes ago. Guard was drugged. Cameras were disabled. Professional hit."

I speared Aria to the ground like the wrestler Roman Reigns.  The gun flew out her hand and slid underneath a nearby couch. "EJ! CALL 911!" I shouted as he walked in cautiously. His eyes popped when he saw the situation in the room. He took out his cellphone and took Jevan out of Jasmine's arms. Jasmine wasn't moving. She was lying face down in a pool of blood. Her blood was all over the baby. I picked Aria up and slammed her into a corner. I was not a woman beater, and I didn't like manhandling women, so I wretched her hands together with my belt and placed her onto a chair. I snatched my engagement ring off her finger.

She grabbed his arm and began pulling him away, but his eyes never once left the body of the man, the ground beneath him slowly turning that horrible, dark crimson. Jaida stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom. She was just staring at her reflection, thinking about what had just happened. She had rushed Arius up the stairs and then told her mom that she had been on her way home when Arius had found her. She wasn't about to mention what really happened. Her mother didn't need to know about any of it, especially of how Arius had just killed someone.

said Ariana. "You just heard that and hastily came to your own conclusions." Isn't that selfish? You keep accusing him without any solid evidence. Ariana, it was Jakson, not Jonathan, who took Casano's life. "Jonathan was the one who helped Casano escape before Jakson discovered him," Zayden replied, shocking Ariana. The woman was in complete shock; her body was trembling, and her gaze was flush with pain in her heart. Zayden walked over to Ariana and lightly tapped her on the shoulder, seeing her response.

The little interview room at the police station seemed warmer than usual, or maybe it was just that Athena Madero was hot under the collar. The lingering odor of the many suspects who had spent tense hours here didn't help. Jodi Farrell, a young, blonde, blue-eyed political intern sat in the chair across from her, head bowed, fists clenched together, as she related the details of her experience in a halting voice. "I'm going to ask you a question," she said in a soft voice. "It in no way impacts on my belief in your story, but I am compelled by procedure to ask."

ARIANA’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – 8:00 P.M. The apartment was small, but it felt warm and comfortable. In the corner, baby Aiden slept peacefully in his crib. Ariana sat on the couch with a glass of wine, scrolling through the news on her phone. Every channel was talking about the same thing. “SOCIALITE ARRESTED FOR LAWYER’S MURDER.” She smiled. It was the kind of smile that came after waiting a long time for justice.

She hadn't even heard the elevator. The next morning, Aria arrived at work carrying the photograph in her bag. She hadn't slept. Every passing stranger seemed to watch her a second too long. Inside the office lobby, the receptionist smiled. "Good morning, Miss Jones." "Morning." "Oh." The receptionist hesitated. "The detective came back." Aria stopped walking. "What detective?" "The one asking about you." "He said he needed to confirm whether you'd visited Saint Matthew Hospital years ago." A chill ran through her.

James ran his fingers through his hair and stared at Nick for a minute before saying: “Fine. What do you have in mind?” Nick smiled victoriously at him. They talked about it for a few more minutes before the video ended and we kept staring at the wall in disbelief. It was a full confession of what James and Nick did to Aria. I turned to Aria and saw her staring back at me with a smile on her face. I smiled back at her and someone screamed: “MURDERER!!!”

Behind them, walking slowly like a king returning from exile— Giordano. Not on screen. In the flesh. He was older than before. Colder. But there was no mistaking that smirk. “I have your sister. Your man. Your future,” he said calmly. Alessia stood her ground. “You have nothing but corpses.” He raised his hand. And from behind him stepped Aria. Still alive. Still wired. But this time—her gun was pointed at Alessia. Dante’s blood on her hands. Eyes blank. Giordano smiled.