Murder By The Book Lauren Elliott Novels & Stories

“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

I scoffed as I handed over the documents to him. Aaron's eyes glint with greed as he snatched the folder from my hand flipping through the pages, "Good job, Elaira. You have no idea how big this is for me." I clenched my fists as I looked at Aaron ready to hear the name of the culprit, "Now tell me who murdered my mother?" "Edrick Bennet killed your mother," Aaron said sternly, and in that moment, it felt as if lightning had struck me.

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.

Marmie said in fake shock, placing her hand on her chest. I turned from Marmie to Lauren, “You’re really going to let your own father take the fall for a murder he didn’t commit? Would you really stoop that low, Lauren? I always knew that you were selfish, but this is a new kind of low, even for you. This is pure evil.” Lauren acted as though she hadn’t heard a word I said even though we were only ten feet apart. She kept casually sipping on her tea, not lifting her eyes to meet mine.

I remarked, and she scoffed. “Lauren told me that it was Vincent who found her when she was having an episode. So, nope. Vincent wasn’t the trigger.” She replied firmly. “I am glad that you are her friend, Joyce, but this is something that you shouldn’t know. The danger we always sensed around her is ……. Is far more dangerous than we had anticipated,” I spoke in a soft but firm voice, trying to make her understand that more information can put her life in danger. “Do you know that the assassin Lauren killed was from a cult on the dark web?” she asked me while tilting her head a little.

She is lying on the Hammock outside the presidential suite, Lauren walks to her and drags the book she is reading. "Hey stop it." Mandy tries to get it, but she can't. "Relax, I just want to see what you are reading." Lauren's voice is all nice and soft, no longer that cold voice. "Tangled life. Hm." He pronounced the name of the book. "Interesting, so what is it about?" Lauren asked, Mandy tapped the space beside her, Lauren stared at her, this girl was playing with fire, she didn't seem to learn, his level of self-control was on very tiny ground when his body came in contact with hers.

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

“Tiziano’s health is not getting any better or worse so we really just have to wait till he gets up and do everything to help him do so.” I heard Yara scoff, “Way to go Miss Rage. Good thing you didn’t kill anyone this time around.” “I did.” I replied eyeing her. “Took one of Roman’s men for Scout.” “Oh, that’s much more normal. Thank god.” She shot back, sarcasm dripping from her sentence and her wavy hair bounced as she turned back to her laptop.”

A shower and change of clothing are in order before I pick up Ava. I fight the urge to send multiple apologetic texts to Ava’s phone as the day passes. I make a quick stop at the condo, Ellie lets me in and then I swing by the book emporium for something special. Ellie had informed me there is a new murder mystery book out that Ava is dying to get her hands on. It just released a week ago, and she hasn’t had a payday to splurge. The shopkeeper is happy to see me, as he apparently doesn’t get a whole lot of new faces in his building. I ask for the book and wait. “I have one last copy, but it’s a hardcover and signed by the author, so it’ isn’t cheap,” he says, locating the book in question be

His scream caught the attention of passersby that led them to call the local police. As of the moment, the SPD released some details regarding the case. It was found that Helena had her belongings with her—cellphone, wallet, bag, notebooks, and books—so a robbery gone wrong was already ruled out. There were no struggle marks on her body aside from a soft bruise in her arms. The head police detective of Helena’s case stated in an interview that they are looking at Helena’s case from a different angle. Was this ‘different angle’ pertaining to ‘homicide’? Was this not a simple ‘missing person’ case? Tune in next week at SCA Journalist Club for more updates.