Novel & Cerita Murder Mysteries Short Stories

Third Person's POV Silence took over the room as the two continue to stare at one another. The only thing they can hear is the sound of their own breathing as well as the loud pounding of their heart. The first one to blink is the lady in white before she closes her eyes for a brief second as she vanishes into thin air. Aimee's eyes widened in surprise as her body moves on its own, her hand stretches trying to reach the lady. A feeling of desperation took a hold of her heart as she frantically search around the room trying to find her.

Zamin nodded at her question, and she carried on. "So? It's not necessary that they were in the same batch. Even if they were, there could be so many people in that batch," Zamin reasoned, not finding the connection. "Chachu and Khala know each other. I overheard them talking. Khala was asking Chachu when he started drinking tea, and Chachu was asking Khala about becoming a doctor. It seemed like they know each other well," Madiha recounted what she had witnessed earlier that evening, her mind racing through various scenarios until she had settled on the conclusion that Iman might be the girl Dabir loved.

I watch as she squints, probably trying to remember her own headline. “They dug up those two murderer blokes from In Cold Blood,” I don’t want to tell her she’s won by kilometres just yet. “Why?” “Something about some murders in Florida,” So I just nod quietly, pretending to turn it over for a moment. I wonder how I managed to let that one slip through the cracks. I’ve only read the novel about a hundred times. “I suppose you win today.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

"Investment banker. No criminal record. Just a regular guy in the wrong place at the wrong time." Evelyn studied the body, then glanced at the walls of the alley. Deep claw marks gouged into the brick as if something had climbed or leaped away, leaving behind a trail of terror. She didn’t like this. Something wasn’t adding up. They left the crime scene Back at her apartment, Evelyn poured herself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like the chaos in her mind. She spread out every file she had—her father’s old case, the current victims, the same patterns, the same full moons.

PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER TWO Back in the Muriel’s company, Stefan was celebrating with Mr. Brown the good news. Good news he had been the protagonist from. In less than four months two murders had happened. “I don’t understand, that was too easy for you, right?” Mr. Brow said after reading the headline in the newspaper. Stefan pouring a glass of wine, smiled. “Well, too easy as you said, no, it wasn’t but I can’t say he became in the reason of my sleepless nights.”

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

“How did I hide it from you? When I brought her to the hospital, I called you and said our mom was sick. When the surgery failed, I told you that even if she were my mother-in-law and my mom, I had no right to provide an affidavit of non-prosecution. Laura, we’re married. What’s wrong with calling my mother-in-law Mom?” I stared at her in disbelief and continued, “Or did you think the patient was my mother, which was why you… I thought we were husband and wife, one and the same. I never thought that you would actually try to kill my mother… Laura, this isn’t a surgical accident. This is murder.”

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.

"The kind where three more bodies showed up overnight. All council loyalists. All killed the same way, throats torn out, that symbol carved into their shoulders." Sera sits up, clutching the sheet. "But we arrested Victoria." "Exactly." Dante's already getting dressed. "Which means either she has an accomplice we don't know about, or—" "Or she's not the only killer." They dress quickly, Sera borrowing clothes from Dante's closet. Everything's too big, but she doesn't care. They're out the door in ten minutes. The drive to the first crime scene takes them to the edge of pack territory. Yellow police tape surrounds a small cabin—one of the council's meeting houses.