Novel & Cerita Murder Mysteries Short Stories

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

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

I have never seen a man look as sexy as my mafia does in his suit shirt, his dress shoes and a pair of precum stained briefs. I crawl over to him and mouth at his cock through the fabrics like I have been starved all day long. I press my face in to inhale his musk and sweat and he groans in pleasure, surprised at my depth of nastiness. He has no idea how I long to feel him with all of my sense organs. I stick my tongue out and draw circles in the spot of the dark stain, tasting precum and sweat off the fabric. It's dirty and sick of me but it's a need I must satisfy.

Of course, when sons betray their fathers, they die not from the stab of a knife but from the horror of betrayal. ‘ Who could have done something so heinous like this?’, she cried in anger. Her eyes blazed fire and her hair was flying everywhere. ‘ Who saw it first?’ A girl came forward from the crowd of servants and people. She was shivering in fear. ‘ When I came to arrange the dishes of food and to call out our guests, I saw him lying here already dead. I cried in fear’. No one had seen the murderer. None but Argus knew what had happened. He knelt down beside Selene and took hold of her. She buried her head on his chest and broke down into a rush of fresh tears.

That right there is the only reason he wasnÕt buying into the idea that she was hiding something, that and the fact that theyÕd found nothing to confirm such suspicions. He was beginning to wonder more and more as the day went by just what was happening to his town. In the space of a few months, thereÕve been two murders when there had never been one in his whole lifetime. Not only that, but neither murder had been of the ordinary garden variety. Both had been gruesome and way over the top as far as he was concerned.

The mysterious murder had ignited a spark of curiosity in him at the expense of revealing his worst side. “Whosoever it's that's doing this has done it before. The style of murder could be traced back to a decade ago. It is unclear to us why he's returned but, after he gets rid of his victims, he leaves with an axe head on their wrist. Does this ring any bells?” Graeme Clough asked in the most curious of tone. Darron shook his head slowly. “No, not any that I can remember, but if…” “Hold on a minute.” Graeme Clough interrupted, answering his phone.

' 'See me at nine - bring coffee and cake. I’d started the day having to consider if my friends were murderers. Something in the story still didn’t add up. Was it possible Sid knew nothing about the events before the police told her? Was Vera truly clueless at that moment when my father phoned to announce the bloodbath at the cottage? Her behaviour made me believe she already knew the Walkers were dead. Was I being duped by a couple of crooks? I didn’t think so, but doubts kept returning. If they had contrived this whole plot to rid themselves of a blackmailer with a habit, was my life in danger, too?

She must be pulling my legs. Her lips curled into a smile. “What do you think?” she asked. I chuckled nervously. “You are trying to mess with me, aren’t you? That’s not fair. Someone’s death isn’t a laughing matter.” “I am not joking. Have you heard of the term ‘copycat killer?’ she asked. Her blue eyes were bright. “Um…yeah. Isn’t it when someone commits a murder that looks similar to the style of another murder?” I replied.

Mr Smith said with a slight smile He put the Photo back to were it originally stayed He turned to leave but stopped and looked at the other two photos in the Wall He turned again and left Liam stared at the murder files of half a month ago in front of him The incident has already been concluded as a sucide That doesn't have anything to do with him He is really not concerned about the victim but the murderer He has a feeling that the murderer will help in finding out clues of the mother's death He felt like something was missing but he didn't know were to put it He stood up from the seat to find other murder case by the same person in his study He placed all on the table As he went through th

The blonde beauty sipped on her morning coffee while reading Seattle Daily, Downing the rest of her liquid drug in one huge gulp, she tied up her long blonde curls into a bun at the top off her head while sighing, two missing billionaires tofind and a murder case to solve, just another day at the office. It has been exactly 24 hours since Grayson and James Hudson have been missing and a dead body has been found in their pent house. The circumstances around their suspicious suddendisappearance makes it even more of a challenge to work on finding their spoiled asses, keeping all information on the down low has been the biggest challenge thus far. The media are like hungry lions waiting to poun