Romans & histoires Murder Mysteries Short Stories

With Grim Marie on the prowl, the hunter becomes the hunted. Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy—Bryony Adams is destined to be murdered, but fortunately Fate has terrible marksmanship. In order to survive, she must run as far and as fast as she can. After arriving in Seattle, Bryony befriends a tortured musician, a market fish-thrower, and a starry-eyed hero who is secretly a serial killer bent on fulfilling Bryony’s dark destiny. If you enjoyed this book, I’m sure you’ll also like the following titles:

“That’s fantastic. I hope it was in my timeframe. It’ll give my project an interesting perspective. Everyone likes murder stories, even academics.” Hamish laughed but accentuated his next words with a wagging finger. “Now remember lad, a single crime, if I’m correct about it, is not the whole show. It might not be relevant, so be careful not to get sidetracked.” “Okay, but I’m intrigued already.” He wondered if Jeremy Trent referred to the lunatic from the 1950s, the murder he already knew about. There probably wouldn’t have been more than one. Might not be worth the bother. Alex closed his notebook and got to his feet. As he put his things back into his case, he noticed Hamish’s quizzical e

The screen loaded, and a list of old news articles popped up, the dates flashing across the screen. I scrolled through the articles, my eyes quickly skimming the headlines. Most of them seemed to say the same thing; unresolved, no leads, mysterious circumstances. But then, one article caught my attention, dated a few months after the initial reports. "Case Closed: Female Student Responsible for Brutal Murder of Prestige School's Guard," the title read.

Bobby holds his hand out to me, followed by Chuck. "Thank you for helping with them," I reply while wrapping my arms around Tatum. "So, what do you do with the bodies?" "We leave them here. If they check for evidence, all they'll find is gorilla and grizzly DNA. They'll just go down as more New York cold cases." Tatum leads me down the trail back to the car. Bobby and Chuck follow us. We say our goodbyes and head to the apartment. With it being so late, we decided not to drive back to the Hamptons. I can't wait to get the other six that attacked me once my gorilla comes. Gorilla justice is the best justice.

Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

"Oh my God! another murder?," "Isn't that Mrs Hudsons home?," "I don't understand, who the hell murders an. old defenseless woman?," "Do you think the town is cursed?," "It has to be, how else can you explain what is happening in town?, the murders and mysterious disappearances?" The town folks whispered as sheriff Byod stood at the threshold of the crime scene, taking in the sight before him. The small, modest home in the rural town of Hallow Groove was now the center of a gruesome murder investigation.

A single streetlamp flickered near the path to the lake, and I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at the water. I walked faster. My list was growing. Ashley Bright, my too-friendly roommate with the cigarette scar and the easy questions. Professor Vance, Madden Lighter, the dark-haired girl eating a banana alone, who had once been Alice's friend and then wasn't. And Helena Vance, the professor's daughter, with her perfect smile and her cold eyes and her warning wrapped in sympathy. Five names. Five suspects. And somewhere in the shadows, at least one killer. My chest ached,a deep, hollow throb, I was tired of bearing.