Murder By The Book Lauren Elliott Novels & Stories

“Lauren? That’s ridiculous. She wouldn’t—” “She wouldn’t what?” I cut him off, my voice sharp enough to slice through the air. “She wouldn’t kill someone? Because she did, Devon. Richard is dead. She killed him and left a note like some twisted calling card. And now she’s coming for me, for my family. So, don’t you dare stand there and tell me what Lauren wouldn’t do.” His face paled, and for a moment, he looked like he couldn’t breathe. “Richard?”.

Lauren wanted to deny it and say that she wasn't leaving, but the woman didn't even bother to listen. Lauren put her hand to her ear, pressing the communicator button to let Akil know she was leaving, her body seemed to weigh even more as she walked down the dark corridor, she knew that if she waited for her it would be worse when she came, and Lauren didn't know if she was ready to see her walking away from another brutal murder so naturally after having asked her not to do it for her sake. He stepped slowly through the room of the praying women, and his feet moved toward the entrance.

POV: Elara I woke to silence. Not the peaceful kind. The heavy kind. The kind that presses down on your chest and makes every breath feel like work. My phone sat on the nightstand, screen dark. I reached for it, fingers trembling, and pressed the power button. The screen exploded with light. Notifications flooded in, hundreds of them, thousands, the numbers climbing so fast they blurred together. I scrolled through the first few. "Elara Sinclair caught in shocking affair."

Her fingers found one and she retrieved it titled We Were Liars. The edges were frail and worn from overuse, the smell of old paper suddenly filled her nose and she placed the book back. Her eyes scanned the shelf more and her eyes suddenly found a book. Gone girl by Gillian Flynn She suddenly remembered her mothers words, the first time they met “It was a classic gone girl all over again ” Emily retrieved the book immediately from the top shelf where it was hidden, it’s surface covered with dust and she wiped it clean with her hands. She opened it, the first page reading

"And then Marcel received data files on the victims. All of them were women in their early twenties to mid-twenties. The werewolf responsible has some grudge against them or a different agenda altogether. It's hard to say." I furrowed my brows, trying to piece together the information. "That sounds complicated." "It gets worse," Zaylen added, his tone grim. "All of the victims attended the same high school. And it was the same high school as..." His voice trailed off, but I understood immediately. "Leonel," I whispered, the realization hitting me hard. Because I knew there was nobody else's high school that would bother him. Zaylen nodded. "Yes. And then Jordan found a book at the scene. It'

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.

Even the Mafia. The plane landed with a smooth jolt. Vincente, one of my loyals, was already waiting. I had Matteo stay keep an eye in Audrey “Car’s ready,” he said, falling in step beside me. “Any update?” “The library’s been quiet. No new books in the children's section. But someone broke into the back entrance two nights ago.” That made my blood boil. “And?” Vincente hesitated. “The librarian was murdered. There was a note”

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Elena Winters met them at the entrance—a petite woman with close-cropped silver hair and keen eyes that immediately identified all three of them for what they were. "The Luna's Triad," she said, echoing Dr. Vasquez's greeting. "I never thought I'd see the prophecy fulfilled in my lifetime." "Just Detectives Blackwood and O'Connor," Casie corrected again, already tired of the title. "And our consultant, Mr. Thornwood. We're investigating a homicide." Elena's expression sobered immediately. "Nathaniel mentioned a young Fae girl. Please, come to my office where we can speak privately."

David Carter stepped out first, his face painted with worry—too polished, too perfect. Preston followed, Edith Penrose close behind. And to Lauren’s surprise… Edith was smiling. Smiling at the sight of death. Lauren’s chest tightened. She had once believed her only mission was to find her baby’s killer. But this… this was bigger. After one last glance at the fire swallowing the Carter estate, she turned back to her car and drove home. *** Amy Grant was at home, folding clothes fresh from the washer. Her hands shook, her face uneasy when Lauren entered.