Murder In The Yoga Store Novels & Stories

His sharp instincts, honed as a journalist, told him that someone had been hanging around our house. After checking with security, the surveillance footage revealed a milk delivery man who had been loitering around. Just like many killers, Eugene Walter, the man who murdered me, could not resist returning to the scene of the crime. He wanted to witness my parents’ suffering up close, feeding his sick satisfaction. But his arrogance led to his capture. Eugene showed no sign of fear or regret. He calmly watched as Eddie supported my parents into the interrogation room. Eugene shook the silver cuffs on his wrist and pulled a malicious smile. "Got a cigarette?"

"If you insult my partner again, I'll have security escort you out." My girlfriend, Kaylee Dishman, was gentle by nature. At work, she was approachable and well-liked by everyone. How could she possibly be a killer? The woman in front of me looked deathly pale, as though all the color had been drained from her face. She didn't seem the least bit surprised by my reaction. "You'll believe me eventually," she said. "You're a man of conscience." Her gaze slowly drifted to the plaque on my office wall. "Your girlfriend won't be coming home tomorrow night. She's going to dispose of a body." After saying that, she got up and left.

Then, out of nowhere, news flashed on my TV screen, with a very familiar setting. "Janet Houston, 26, was brutally murdered by an unknown assailant. Aside from her heart, no valuable belongings were reported missing from her apartment," the news reporter announced on-air. What?! Except for her heart, no valuable items were reported missing from her apartment?!! What type of heinous monster would commit such a thing? And to think it was done so casually to a helpless woman? I swallowed uneasily when I realized the crime scene was only a few feet from Athena's house.

That moment came when Damien got involved in a murder case. A local businessman refused to cooperate with Damien. That businessman owned a large gold store in the city center. Damien wanted to protect that store in exchange for a monthly percentage of the profits. The businessman refused. Damien sent thugs to "teach him a lesson." But the thugs went too far. The businessman was found dead in his car, his throat slit, tens of millions of dollars missing from his bag.

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

I nodded slightly to assure him that I understood what he said and I’d be fine. “We’re going in now.” He announced and I braced myself for the action that’d take place inside that store. But I never thought of the unexpected surprises that I could face in there. ~ A lot of men were down and I didn’t think I’ve ever seen dead bodies as much as I’ve seen right here in the space of twenty minutes. Every living being in the store house had been brought down before we stepped in with Ryan. Ryan, who had taken the form of a blood thirsty stranger within the twinkle of an eye, had his shirt sleeves rolled up and a pistol in his grip that I wondered how he got hold of it and how I didn’t even notice

Weeks twitches one last time, then he goes still. His eyes are open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling tiles. The room is silent, save for the hum of the fluorescent lights and the sound of my own jagged breathing. I look down at my hand, which is covered in blood. My dress is torn and stained. When I touch my cheek, my fingers come away wet. I killed a man with a hair ornament in a storage closet at the Pierre Hotel. I should be screaming, or vomiting, or falling apart. Instead, I just feel numb.

Grabbing the remote for the sofa arm, I powered on the TV, “Moments ago...” The news reporter announced, “a member from our news team has confirmed that a body was found inside Starbucks bathroom, investigators are now alleging that this small area of the city may be registered as dangerous until they can find our serial killer, suspicions are raised believing that the two recent killings have connected with the disappearance of, nineteen-year-old, bookstore cashier, Charlotte—”

One dark night, in the midst of a heavy downpour, Alana and Johan's café witnessed a mysterious incident. A loyal regular customer, known as Mr. Smith, suddenly falls unconscious on the floor of the cafe. Alana and Johan immediately try to help him, calling an ambulance and trying to figure out what happened. However, when they investigated further, they found suspicious evidence that the incident might not have been an accident. There were signs that Mr. Smith had been poisoned. This raised a disturbing question: Who was behind this attempted murder and why?

A police officer came in and reported to Bryan, "Director Fellow, the murderer has been found. They poisoned themselves and committed suicide in a nearby rented house. They have also written a suicide note, as well as the details of the murder of Mila Zachary and her family." "They committed suicide?" Bryan was also surprised. "You have the video now, right?" Stella asked Bryan. "Yes, we got their mobile phones." "Show me the phone," Stella said to Bryan. Bryan's face was a little strange. He wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. "What's wrong?" Stella asked in confusion. "It's a little... unsightly." Bryan gave her a warning ahead of time and handed the sealed bag and mobil