Motive Bleeder Novels & Stories

He paused for a while to wipe his tears off with his arm and continued, "Someone gave me a letter along with some cash when I reached college today. In the letter, it was mentioned that if the Principal or management team interrogates me, I must accept that I have leaked the paper. If I don't admit it, they will make sure that no hospital in the city will treat my mother. I was scared and I needed the money too. I am sorry, Professor. I didn't think much." Shocked, Carl Black asked immediately, narrowing his eyes, "Who was the person?" "I don't know. He was wearing a full helmet. I couldn't see his face." Carl Black frowned deeply and rubbed his chin. 'Who is behind this game? What is his mo

Almost let myself think that maybe, somehow, some small part of what we had together had been real. Then I remembered Vincent Reeves. I remembered being tied up in that warehouse, listening to him explain how he had spent fifteen years planning his revenge. I remembered the cold calculation in his voice as he told me exactly how he was going to destroy my life. Blake had done the same thing. Maybe not for fifteen years, but he had planned and calculated and executed a scheme to destroy me. The only difference was that Vincent's motivation was revenge, and Blake's was jealousy and greed. "You know what, Blake?" I said, my voice getting colder again. "I don't care if you're sorry. I don't care

With blood staining his fingers and Mia visibly shaken, Blake departed from the scene, leaving behind a trail of destruction and despair. As silence settled over the condo, the weight of the recent events lingered in the air. Leah's transformation had unleashed a new chapter in her life, marked by the pursuit of retribution against the one who had caused her so much pain. And within the depths of her being, a newfound resilience began to take shape, fueled by her determination to confront Blake and find justice for Amanda's untimely demise.

Mia scoffed, acting at max bitchiness, as I smirked back at her for the first time, “Are you gonna bring up our little rivalry or something?” “No, Mia, I’m not.” I answered, “I’m gonna to bring up the motive, which you admitted to finding two days ago.” My statement must have talent Mia by surprise, as she must have forgotten that she spilled the beans on that one. “Liam, would you say that Mia would’ve been influenced by the motive?” I asked Liam, who seemed to be just as invested in Mia’s conviction as I was. “Hmmm,” Liam hummed silently, before speaking his mind, “The motive was very well planned to be able to spark a new sense of wanting freedom in each and every one of us who had witnes

"For myself, I've never had anyone in a position, or with the motive, to exert that kind of influence on me..." "But if you had?" I stand again, pace up and down a little, hands clasped behind me. "It's an old saying that behind every successful man is a woman. Someone who will motivate him. I suppose the same might apply to the vengeful man. Is Baxter married?" "Not that I'm aware of." "Could it have been Finchby?" Klempner snorts. "Finchby was in it for the money. You don't need to look for any motive more complicated than that with him."

“Caleb? He was laid off for misappropriation of funds. “You know, I told you that it's probably going to be someone very close to you. And I am only able to make this fast progress because of your cooperation.” Blake had been working closely with the detective, providing any information he could to help solve the case. “Yes, you did say that,” Blake nodded. “His twisted attempt to gain more power sold him out,” the detective said from the other end. “His main goal is to destroy your reputation. Will you be willing to come over now?”

I turned and wrote his name in large, brutal letters: CALEB Then two firm slashes beneath, splitting the board into MOTIVE, ACTION, and PROOF. Disha shifted in her chair. “You really think he’s behind all of this?” I didn’t hesitate. “I don’t think. I know.” The marker squealed as I circled his name. I could feel the tension coil in the room. “Caleb’s not after money. Not business. This isn’t about inheritance. It’s revenge.” Amber leaned forward. “Revenge for what?” I tapped the board once. “Nina.” Natasha froze. Her eyes didn’t blink. Her fingers twitched at the sound of the name.

He got calls from producers and editors at least twice a week. Everyone wanted to use the motel to film the ten year reunion of the only surviving victims of the 'motel muderers' as the news had taken to calling them. That is how 'murder motel' had come about and stuck. They wanted Lacey, Andy and the kids show up and talk about what happened. They were hoping that Lacey and Andy would blame Owen, with sparks flying on national television. Conflict made for higher ratings apparently.

You think he could have done this? "I think someone with motive, means, and opportunity did this. And someone who already had a grudge, who already felt wronged by you, fits the profile." I pull out my phone. "What's his full name? I can run a basic background check." Blake gives me the information, and I make notes. It's not much, but it's a thread to pull. And right now, Blake needs every thread he can get. "Why are you doing this?" Blake asks suddenly. "You've been gone for two weeks, and now you're here playing detective. What changed?"

So, what are your plans? "Make a list of everyone who would benefit from Freya's death, as well as everyone who had a grudge against her." Lucian gently stroked Ravena's hand. Despite her determination to be a part of this, she trembled, and he suspected she wasn't doing so well. But he couldn't hold it against her. "We've completed this." Uncle Sheridan handed Chester the paper. He looked through the checklist and nodded. "Normally, a blackmailer milks the victim for all she's worth. So there would be no motive to kill the victim and eliminate a simple source of revenue."