Murder Mysteries Books Novels & Stories

I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing. It was about a girl about to go to college, she is Blake’s age and she had spent the past two years solving murder cases and now she is clearly traumatized since in the last book, she had a guy die in her arms. I am not far in, I just started it on the plane and I have had much time to finish the book.

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…

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

He wondered what he had done so wrong. He killed his beloved dog for me, kicked out all the dogs he kept, distanced himself from other long-legged beauties, and even married me. I sliced through a bloody steak. I looked at him tied to an electric chair and said coldly, “I love watching my prey die slowly. I’ve been doing it since I killed my first bird at the tender age of three. “Too bad that I don’t have any prey around anymore. I kind of forgot what that felt like. But Dominic, you’ve helped me find that part of myself again.”

, the walls were painted a deep shade of brown, that were so warm against the reflection of the dim lighting. "Wow, lovely room...she does know how to make simplicity beautiful." He soliloqized. At least he could spend some time knowing her on his own. His attention was also drawn to a tall, white vase sitting prettily on another table near the door. Inside the vase, there were three red roses blooming. And as he observed them, he realized that there was a pint of blood on the petals, and a part of the vase. "How did this get here?" He wondered, concluding that she must have spilled some blood from her bruise. He ignored the blood and went over to the small bookshelf standing behind the vase

They said a wild beast infiltrated our town, which made the Mayor put a curfew on Weekends, because they noticed that a lot of these unusual killings happen on weekends. I'm on a campaign to deliver answers for the people and put an end to all these deaths. Mum, you said deliver answers? You don't believe the killings are animal related? Not at all dearie, I feel there's more to what they are saying to us and I'm going to prove it. Speaking of addressing issues, I'm trying to find someone who lives in this town. Her name is Molly, she's my neighbor's daughter. He hasn't heard from her in days now and he's stressing out. You know this is a little town. Do you have a photograph of her? Yes, I

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

It’s been a month before their last cases, and now they are taking a new risky adventure. "I like it when you're like this, adventure is waving Jane!" Austine exclaimed, who was eager to end this series of murders, and finding out who is the murderer was one of the best and fun parts, discovering shreds of evidence and making the murderer pay is satisfying, a job where she is dedicated to doing to help others.

While Cindy walking headed to Geneva's room she saw a picture frame, picture of Geneva's mom with a man, She stared at the picture because the face of the man cutted in the picture only his body can sees, She stared at the hand of that man, she saw a same watch as her father but she doesn't mind it anymore, "It's not make sense, he was not my father." She said and she put the frame back, Geneva's mother staring at Cindy with her sorry face, she remembered the accident she was done in the past and Geneva didn't know anything, "Aunt, my mom asks if she could meet you one time she was curious how pretty Geneva's mom is," "She invited you to her birthday she asked me that weeks ago." Cindy said,