Jordan Silver Murder Novels & Stories

Thomas and Aries looked at each other. They did not say anything, but they each understood what the other was thinking about. Riordan’s death was too strange. Besides, based on Valary’s response just now, she really did not look like a murderer. There had to be a story behind this homicide. At this time, Ferid stood up and said, “Both of you should have watched enough drama, right? Get lost. The Silver family doesn’t welcome you. Get out!”

“The bullet was made of silver, which made Melody suffer from poisoning but she’s responding to treatment as we speak.” Silver? That was what happened to me the first time I was shot, they used silver though I wasn’t fatally injured. That gunshot sent a clear message that they were after my life. Why is Cory being accused of something so murderous? And if he’s guilty is he also guilty of attempting to assassinate me? “Excuse me, did you say, silver?” I asked for clarity. “Yes Alpha, I’m serious about this. You do remember your first shooting incident right? The bullet was also made from silver, and those kinds of bullets are so hard to find,”

“But, how can you do that? You don’t even know who your attackers are. They could be anywhere and dangerous.” “Dangerous, yes. But nothing is more dangerous than holding the guilt of Mr. Silver’s death when I can bring his killers to justice.” "You are talking like you know how to find your attackers," Aby asked. Ava stared at her friend and let out a smile. “Of course, I do.” *** "Wait, are you trying to tell me that Mafia Andrew is behind the attack on you at the alleyway that led to Mr. Silver being shot?" Barrister Mathew asked.

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

Jordan raised the small knife up and showed it to all of them as his sign of victory over their worst enemy. "You all are too gullible" they all paused and turned back to see Sharon standing perfectly okay with no scratch to the amazement of everyone. "I have tens of thousands of lives. That person wasn't me and will never be the real me" Jordan hadn't moved from the spot he was as he listened to Sharon speak. Suddenly, he felt an object slash his throat and he found it hard to breathe and fell down to unconsciousness. Apparently the dead Sharon had not died at all, she stood there and held the knife that she had used in killing him and licked its blood.

The silver was on his face and genitals so he was going through a considerable amount of pain. I kept ripping till I dug my claws into his throat. His bloodshot eyes looked into mine. At that point, I shifted, wanting him to see my face. “I am Your Silver. Real name Rihanna Silver. And I am your killer.” I pulled my claws out of his throat, making a hole there. His neck fell down, staring at my naked body, but if that will be the last pleasant thing he saw, I’d let him. I shifted back as it was hard moving with that body. “Lana, he’s dead, we have to get home.”

Jordan raised the small knife up and showed it to all of them as his sign of victory over their worst enemy. "You all are too gullible..." They all paused and turned back to see Sonia standing perfectly okay with no scratch to the amazement of everyone. "I have tens of thousands of lives. That person wasn't me and will never be the real me" Sonia said. Jordan hadn't moved from the spot he was as he listened to Sonia speak. Suddenly, he felt an object slash his throat and he found it hard to breathe and fell down to unconsciousness. Apparently the dead Sonia had not died as all thought. She stood there and held the knife which she had used in killing him and licked its blood.

He saw that anticipation in Lambert's eyes, the murderous sparkle in his cold face and the devilish grin. He tried to yell for her to stop, but nothing would stop Silver. She charged, and Gregg did too. His plan had been to hold her away from her murderous brother in law, but even he was not on time. He caught her in time no doubt, but he had miscalculated, Lambert wasn't going to wait for Silver to get to him. They collided mid-way, and even as Gregg shielded her with his body to hold her down, the dagger was driven straight into his side.

My life has become a gigantic mess. Jordan Lucas is not in prison. Jordan Lucas put Alicia in my life to exact retribution on me, but instead of doing so, he murdered his pawn and ensnared me in her murder investigation. I kept getting more and more entangled in this murder case whenever I attempted to gather evidence that would show my innocence.