Murder Inc Story Novels & Stories

Caleb said to the officer working the desk. The officer looked up, blinking owlishly at us. It was still pretty early. “Yes?” “I’ve... come to report a crime. A murder,” Caleb went on after clearing his throat a few times. That perked the officer right up. “Pierson—hey, PIERSON—we’ve got a young man here wanting to report a murder—what is your name, son?” “Caleb Killeen,” Caleb responded. “I’m Jacey—er, Jocelyn—Collins. It was murder in defense of another. Me,” I said quickly before anyone started getting any ideas.

The symbolism was impossible to ignore. "This is already the third incident," Micah said, his face pale. "What the hell is the killer trying to do?" "I think it's pretty obvious," Rita said quietly. "Every single one of them was involved in that food delivery incident." She glanced at me. "Jeremiah, are you sure you don't know what's going on?" I shook my head, but inside, that twisted rush of satisfaction surged again. John was dead. The guy who said I deserved what I got was dead, and he died in a way that matched his sin perfectly.

The force on my back suddenly lessened, and the officer at the front stared at me with a severe expression. “Do you have a medical history of mental illness?” I casually nodded. “Don’t you know that? I thought everyone in the world knew that I was sick in the head.” When the officer saw my demeanor, he clenched his fists and gasped. His fists eventually collided with the firm wall after they brushed my cheek. I was a bit curious. “I killed them, but why does that make you so angry?” The officer shivered at my words. “Mia Schmidt, you are now a suspect in the murder of your parents and sister. We are now arresting you in accordance with the law.

The next morning Rose was in a rush to finish her daily chores before opening the bakery, after that she has an appointment with Alex, that’s why she couldn’t able to pay attention to the early morning news which was traveling in a whole city like a wildfire. Alex was also in his beautiful world of preparation for the next date, and couldn’t able to catch up with the latest news. ‘This is the third murder by Red Rose. It’s so pathetic that a criminal killed a police officer.’

Peter shook his head in amazement. “That’s really unexpected. He transplanted his own finger, so there was no rejection. But who would think he had eleven fingers? Whenever he left a fingerprint, he just removed that finger. No wonder the prints never matched.” I quickly brought the comparison report to Rebecca and Louis. “The fifteen-year-old murder case is finally solved. Rebecca, we did it.” After hearing my explanation, Rebecca still looked serious. “But what about the two surgeries the doctor mentioned? Why did he kill my parents in the first place?”

“He refuses to speak. When emergency services arrived they found him under the dead man with a shot in the arm at close range and the owner of the house pointing him with a shotgun.” A white man in his fifties, bald and with a mustache, wearing a suit and overcoat, entered the house. He was Captain Steven Mulligan, Director of the Homicide Unit and boss of Mark and Doris. He looked around and then the corpse on the floor. “And, what do you tell me?” He asked, while Mark got up again, taking off his gloves. “Something tells me it wasn’t a robbery that went wrong,” said Mark. “I knew you would say that,” Doris chuckled.

"Wolfsbane? Did she do it herself? For sympathy?" The words tasted like ash in my mouth. Pathetic. "No!" Marcus bellowed, showing disrespect to his Alpha for the first time. "No mother would risk her own child for a damn game! I saw the needle mark on her neck. The dose was lethal! Someone murdered her!" Someone murdered her. My mind went blank. I had locked her in a cage, cut her off from our bond. I thought it was a punishment for her "games." I never imagined someone would do this to her where I couldn't see.

I die at the end of all this,there is every possibility that death is just around the corner for me. I will be a distant memory in the lives of the ones I love. How do I turn this around? Mom, please help me. Help me think of a plan to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I flop back to lie on the bed and then something comes up on the news channel that I haven’t seen before so I flick the remote to turn up the volume. In breaking news, Roman Petrov has just been arrested for the murder of his wife Ana Petrov. Evidence has been found in his place of residences that is a direct link to her murder.

Yes, that sounds like the perfect headlines. No one will know what had actually happened, what had actually transpired, or why all of this started in the first place. The world will only know what is being said today. They will only know the characters of this story in the way we portray them. Joslyn Airam, the innocent millionaire who was murdered. Lara Ahdieur, the broke classmate who murdered out if jealousy. Katelyn Akirdnach, the falsely accused friend. Roselyn Arahoz, the friend to come in the rescue. Benjamin Sinklare, the broken hearted fiancé.

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.