Novel & Cerita Murder Mysteries Short Stories

Chapter 9: Blood on Black Silk The gunshot cracked through the penthouse like thunder in a closed room, sharp and final. Alex’s head snapped up from where he had been tracing lazy circles on Victor’s bare chest, their bodies still tangled and slick from the slow, face-to-face fuck that had ended only minutes earlier. Victor’s gray eyes widened in shock. Then he jerked, a wet, ugly sound tearing from his throat as blood bloomed across the black silk sheets right below his ribs.

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

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.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It was much more complicated.

Maybe she just was not meant to be a writer. “Hmm.. you said that you wanted to write a murder mystery..?” “ “Yeah. I thought it would be a bit easier than it actually is. Now I am in over my head.” Liv admits. “Well, you do realize that you are living in a murder mystery right now, right? You are a regular Jessica Fletcher right now, trying to write a book about murder as a murder happened. As you try to solve the murder, draw inspiration. Write about this.” “You wouldn't mind? You told me that you had reporters because they keep running your story and everything. Isn't a book the same thing?”

I'm really sorry miss, I didn't see you,’Alma apologized profusely, it was good that the cup was tight and the hot coffee didn't spill on her. "Can't you watch where you are going you filthy human," Lena said and walked off without looking back. Alma was astonished why she would refer to her as a human but her attention was drawn to the screen where an image of Damien and that of his father was being shown. Up until then they hadn't captured the two. Several mysterious murders which added up to two thousand in the last one year could finally be resolved as the mystery behind it was now unravelled. The news anchor also spoke about the survivor of the ordeal who was still receiving treatment a

I guess life is unexpectedly a mystery. In a world where mafias ruled the underground. While the businessmen ruled the overworld that even the government couldn’t control them. Tuesday 6:30 am I woke up earlier than usual, and I didn’t know why. I was sitting on my bed while scrolling through my feed, seeing the same usual boring thing except for the recent news about a murder in an alley. Do people kill each other just for money, for justice, or for fun? Well, what can I say? We’ll never know since human nature is like a snake.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

"I am assigned to the multiple homicides that you were involved in. I'd like to hear your accounts of the events if you would be so kind." "Homicide?" Chloe hadn't even thought what to call what had happened: adultery, homicide, murder, suicide, or just brainless insanity. She brought a shaky hand up to her forehead and shook her head back and forth. "Mrs. Harris?" Mr. Policeman tried to get her attention. She was mumbling. "Homicide. Adultery. Homicide. Murder. Homicide. Suicide." "Mrs. Harris? Chloe?" He said louder with that authority that, for some reason, comes so naturally to certain people in his position.