Murder Books Novels & Stories

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

"That can not be." "That something like this will happen is extremely unlikely," said Jilin. "But it doesn't mean that it's excluded." Not, but the probability was so negligible that I just couldn't imagine it. But what if she was right? What if these three Iubas were really the same ones who turned my sixth child's birthday into a bloodbath? Did either of them kill my mother? Or my father? Or maybe we just misinterpreted the clues and these three had nothing to do with the massacre back then.

"I am assigned to the multiple homicides that you were involved in. I'd like to hear your accounts of the events if you would be so kind." "Homicide?" Chloe hadn't even thought what to call what had happened: adultery, homicide, murder, suicide, or just brainless insanity. She brought a shaky hand up to her forehead and shook her head back and forth. "Mrs. Harris?" Mr. Policeman tried to get her attention. She was mumbling. "Homicide. Adultery. Homicide. Murder. Homicide. Suicide." "Mrs. Harris? Chloe?" He said louder with that authority that, for some reason, comes so naturally to certain people in his position.

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

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she whispers, gritting her teeth at me. "Take the damn book first. You can never reach it even if you jump with all your strength" She murmurs, gazing at me and taking the book and I bring her down. "What's this about?" I ask, leaning against the shelf and staring at her when she opens the book, putting her nose into it. "Serial killing," she groans as I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "I see. You aren't picking your favourite one. Romance" "It sucks," she scoffs.

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A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

I finished off in one breadth. "Wow that's alot … how can I help you and where are we gonna start from?"Yvonne asked "Let me get my journal I got some clues from the investigation I've been conducting" I said as I got up from the bed and grabbed my journal from My reading table. "Okayy so the people that are found dead are looking pale, no single blood in their body , no gun Mark's sign of bleeding just bite Mark's and in some cases claw scratches " I said reading the points I have

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.