Moonflower Murders Novels & Stories

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

He frowned, clearly unconvinced, so I added, “All we found was an apple, now revealed to be laced with peanut properties. And judging from everything, Irene was most likely telling the truth.” Kellan stilled. “Then where does that leave us?” I turned to face him. “Let me ask you something. Where did we see a similar case?” His eyes widened as the realization hit. “Moonflower.” “Exactly.”

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

“Children?” Florian’s jaw tightens in response. I can understand his sensitivity to this matter. Florian’s father indulged in drugs and, as a result, murdered his mate and Florian’s younger sister when Florian’s mother refused to give him money for the drugs. That is one of the reasons why Florian wanted to be assigned to the task force I created to monitor the drugs the vampires are creating.

It was not just her either… Her own daughter Luna had murdered her Uncle Clark in cold blood. One could even argue Clark deserved it, but Luna still did not get to do it. Add the fact that Luna ultimately turned around and accused Frank and Helen? Their crimes were beyond doubt! That was when Fleur suddenly yelled at the bodyguards, "Go! Restrain Luna and Jade!" After all, she had tried to help them slander Frank and Helen earlier, so she had to denounce them as quickly as she could. On the other hand, Mark breathed a long sigh after watching the entire video.

But today, she was shattered. “Moom…mom…I didn't murder Flo, I did not…” “But your fingerprints…”Emily persisted. “Your fingerprints were found on the gun and they were left on the gun before Flora's own. The final one on the gun. It only proves one thing…” “Shut up!” I screamed. “Shut up! Shut up!” My mother was wailing at the top of her voice now and it was driving me crazy. Why was Emily doing this to me? Why was she out to ruin my life?

Fleur ignored him and stepped into the hospital's entrance. She spotted two policemen on duty as soon as she entered the door, so she walked up to them, looked at one of them, and asked expressionlessly, "What is your mission here?" The policeman seemed to have lost his soul in an instant and reported with a blank expression, "We are ordered to stand by and wait for further instructions from the commander." Fleur queried, "What happened on the 17th floor? What are you looking for?" The policeman answered truthfully, "There was a murder there. A patient was admitted yesterday, but he was found dead this morning due to acute morphine poisoning. It can't be ruled out that someone might have inj

Two months into the third year, he had almost paid back the loan in full, he had also begun to set up farms in Iowa, Minnesota, and Ohio. During the summer of the third year Daniel was vacationing with his girlfriend in Los Angeles, California, when he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, with his left big toe chopped off. Like the murders of the other victims, there was little to no evidence that can be used to trace his killer. The case ended up in the basement of the Los Angeles Police department, as one of the cold cases they had no plans of revisiting. Danny poured himself a cup of coffee, before opening the profile of the third victim.

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

The news was about the murder that took place last night, that was the third murder in the week from the same person. “The anonymous killer has murdered another gang leader again, this man is a Russian and as usual, the bullets were in the head of the victim and also flowers were found at the scene.” The news reporter read and the flowers were displayed on the screen and the dead man’s picture. Their mother suddenly showed up in the living room and she was holding a glass of milk, she was walking out of the dining room. “Mum, how come you don't complain when we watch stuff like this?” Bryan asked, turning to her as she got closer to them.