Murder Inc Story Novels & Stories

she called the address to where she was going to the cab guy. "Get in" the cab guy replied and she hopped in. **** *Shop* Jasper has been briefed on Drake's murder and Anna's disappearance but what he's finding difficult to understand is how do they get a lead to the murderer behind Drake's death and Anna's disappearance. The four of them were now at the gun shop of Jasper's friend. "What's up nigga?" his friend greeted and did a handshake and a brief hug with Jasper. "I'm good man. I'm here to get some babies for my friends" Jasper replies.

He looked around and Belle wasn't anywhere in sight , he changed his direction and walked towards the TV, picked up the Remote , as he was about to turn of the TV, The programme changed and breaking news came up immediately. *POPULAR BUSINESS TYCOON MR HENRY HARPER AND WIFE MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD OVERNIGHT BY SIOUX FALLS RUTHLESS ANONYMOUS ASSASSIN* Was written boldly in Red italics as the newscaster read it out in a voice over . She explained what had happened and gave details about how they found out about the murder and all . "What ?!, Again?!" He exclaimed and placed his hands on his waist as he watched on in horror.

Nilah's Pov One of the guards finally stepped forward after the silence stretched too long. “Now that the killer has confessed,” he said carefully, “she must be taken into custody.” Mira stiffened immediately in my arms. Another guard nodded. “It is standard procedure for murder cases.” I stared at them for a moment, genuinely wondering if anyone in this pack actually used their brains before speaking. Then, before either of them could move closer, I stepped in front of Mira completely.

“No way you’re just some girl with a sad story. Where’s the one who melted steel in my hand? Where’s that creature?” My lips parted, but no words came. “I know she’s in there.” His breath brushed my ear, low and lethal. “So either you start talking, or I test how deep I can cut before you stop breathing.” The knife shifted, steel cold, the edge biting against my skin. “What exactly do you want to know?” He didn't reply. I tsked. I tried to push against him once more but that was useless. I let out a shaky breath. “The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.”

"Okay…" "Please spare no detail, never know what may help in a criminal case, right?" "Uh-huh…" She wasn't sure about all that, but she basically told him the story starting at the Christmas party when Jon and Veronica hooked up. He listened with a large interest on the edge of his seat as though it were some James Bond kind of story sprinkled with Dr. Phil antics. When she was done, he just stared at her. "So um, I think Detective Johnson suspects I killed them all."

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

"The document is for you. Sign it, and I'll spare your life. If you refuse, you'll both go over the edge." Conner remained on his knees, water still dripping all over his body. Floyd continued, "The rules are simple. Both of you will cross at the same time. The walkway is only about a foot wide, and it can't fit two people side by side. Whoever reaches the end first gets what they need. As for the other one…" He didn't finish his sentence, but his chilling murderous intent said it all. The moment Anisa heard "hemostatic medicine", a frantic will to survive flared in her gaze. She actually managed to pull herself up and drag her bleeding body toward the glass walkway step by step.

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

This pushy agent with his hungry eyes felt more immediately dangerous than the calm, known monster. John’s expression shut down. He turned his head away, closing his eyes. “I’m tired,” he said, his voice flat and final. “I’ll give a statement later.” ***** The door to Zhedya’s sleek office burst open without a knock. Miller strode in first, a look of undisguised victory on his face, flanked by two uniformed police officers and a stern detective. Miller flashed his badge like a weapon. “Zhedya Hunter. You are under arrest for the murder of Steven Andrew, also known as ‘the Ghost.’”