Kasus Pembunuhan Black Dahlia Novelas e Histórias

A crime punishable by death. The young man is quick to jump to his feet, shaking his head to deny Hudson's accusations. “I didn't kill Dahlia. I love her, I'd never kill her.” “Who killed her then?” Gordon, the elder on the extreme end, asks coldly. “Are you saying the Beta is accusing you wrongly? Is that what you're trying to say?!” The young man parts his lips, voice trembling. “I swear I didn't kill her.” “Dahlia was found on your bed in the early hours today. She had a knife coated with wolfsbane deep in her abdomen. There were even bite marks around her body, and worse? Her body was completely drained of blood!”

For years they had been building the perfect plan,perfect day,perfect army,perfect weapon to kill the Tribrid. The weapon was a black stake inscribed with the their blood. Eli's, Liliana's, Mirabelle's and Beaumont's. And the perfect wielder of the weapon,Dahlia. Dahlia met with the Trios after Greece's death. She knew she would be no match against the Tribrid alone,hence,she formed an alliance with the Trios. "Pardon me for being late!. I had urgent work to attend to." Dahlia thumped on her sole humbly before taking a seat amongst the round table.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll draw her out. Just don’t die on me.” “I’ll try not to,” she muttered, already sliding into the shadows. I took a breath, then stepped into the open. Alissa wait. Maybe I… I acted too fast.” Alissa turned, her expression blooming with joy. I nodded slowly, approaching her. “I’ve thought about it, and dying for the bloodhounds isn’t worth it.” “I knew you would come around.” She reached out for me, and I kept my smile tight and my heart steady. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dahlia, creeping closer to her with a silver dagger in her hand. In an instant, Dahlia struck, and the silver blade plunged into Alissa’s chest, right over her heart.

~KADE~ I waited till Damian came to pick up Dahlia before going to see the damage she had created. I followed the sound of the screams and sighed when I saw the people she had beaten. They were three women and two men. Something didn't seem right though. When Axel and I blacked out, we didn't just bite them. By the time we woke up, they were all mutilated and dead. Why wasn't Dahlia killing them? Was her wolf still conscious when it went into the dark state or was her hybrid blood fighting the curse? Either way something was up and we all needed to figure out what.

Casey P.O.V "You are under arrest, Mr. Daniel Black, for the murder of Anastasia Turner, misleading the law, and framing Mr. Brown in the murder of Ms. Turner." The police officer’s voice rang across the grand wedding venue as he snapped handcuffs onto Daniel’s wrists. A stunned silence followed before gasps and murmurs rippled through the guests. Cameras flashed from every direction, reporters scrambling to document the sudden scandal.

His eyes light up as he looks at the women beside me and back at the vile man in front of me. “It can’t be? How?” he asks when Kendra steps forward. “Easy, she is wolfless. We found her near the Clearwater Pack. She killed the three you had on her. Then she ran straight into our trap.” She tells him with a shrug, acting nonchalant, and he looks at me. “Alpha Dahlia Blackwood. Well, this is a surprise. Alpha Rodrick will be so happy knowing you are now in his clutches. After all, you owe him a debt.” He says as he grins and it causes my stomach to roll.

The victim's children and the defendant were still young—an 8-year-old boy and his 5-year-old sister. "No further questions, Your Honor," Emily concluded. She had read the forensic report detailing the cyanide that had been laced into a piece of Black Forest cake. A quick and painless death. There were no signs of violence on the victim's body. Perhaps a man who had lost his mind and was desperate. Emily was curious about the motive behind Oriel Ruthbridge sending his wife to the afterlife with his own hands. After the defendant's lawyer, Elijah Blackwood, questioned the witness, it was the defendant's turn to be questioned by Prosecutor Emily Carter. In the eyes of the beautiful prosecutor,

“What's going on out there?” Kain asked, fastening his cufflinks. He was asking the maid who had entered the room with a tray of his breakfast. “Haven't you seen the news, Master Kain?” She returned the question. “Derah's death is all over; almost every news station in California has an article already written about her.” Her voice suddenly hushed nervously. “They are all saying that the Blackwood family orchestrated her murder,” She was quick to add, “But of course, I don't believe them. I saw it. Derah unalived herself”

“That is secondary compared to the pack's safety.” “Then you have to send me!” I insisted. “Not again!” My mother said in a loud voice. “I cannot lose you again!” I could see tears forming in her eyes. She looked away as she tried to blink away her tears. We all knew the heaviness that hung in the air and the unspoken name. Ivan Volkov. It was his wife, Dahlia, who had killed our driver with a silver bullet to kidnap me when he was dropping me to school.

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’