Murder Mysteries Short Stories Novels & Stories

But please, tell me everything that you know, and I’ll take care of the rest. Lucy was still terrified. But having spent the last two years together, she knew that Susan cared far too much to let anything happen to her. And so in spite of her better judgement, the hooker decided to tell the detective everything that she knew. Even with Lucy’s help however, it still took three weeks for Phillips to find the murdering bitch in question and even longer for her to find a way in. But from the moment that Lucy had told her how the two of them had first met, the gorgeous lesbian knew that it was only a matter of time before she could get her foot in the door.

The silence of the old mansion was not an absence, but a thing, a velvet shroud that waited for the sun to drain away beyond the horizon. Anya always found the night shift the most intimate, a realm of darkness where day's proprieties opened out into shadow. Her new patient, however, was the secret at the heart of that realm. His file was a masterpiece of careful evasion, but his state was one she'd learned about in illicit medical texts and whispered legend. He was a vampire, and his needs were only just beginning to announce themselves.

Chapter 3: Are They Horny All the Time?! The strong scent of musk coming from him almost made Mika dizzy. She was now face to face with Luke's killer abs that can make any girl faint and she was not an exemption. Her face exploded and she quickly stood straight, looking away from his tempting body and clearing her throat. "And do you have a habit of not locking your door? Are locks not working here anymore?" Mika retorted with a scowl. Luke raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow in amusement and let out a deep chuckle that sent a delicious tingle down her spine.

'So that's why Darick had her suck my blood,' I thought as I stared at the cut on my finger. I kept pinching myself to make sure what was taking place was real. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Chelsea would think I was mad if I told her what had transpired within the last twenty-four hours. "I know you're a journalist, but what made you want to know about Darick?" Isabella asked as she sipped her wine. I took a deep breath and sighed. "I was at brunch a few weeks ago and overheard a police officer talking to his partner about recent disturbing murders in town. He mentioned that the bodies had bite marks on their neck, and a few had been dumped in graveyards. He thought it was some kin

Ruby was already asleep by the time I got back to the apartment, and I was glad for that because I wasn’t in the mood to answer any more questions tonight. I definitely didn’t think I was going to be able to sleep tonight. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph and those images I had seen. It was all so strange, and it couldn’t just be a coincidence. I grabbed my laptop and started searching the web for similar cases. After only a little research, I found some articles that describe similar murders in the area. These were the type of mysterious cases that the Nightwalker police would take care of and there were quite a few news articles on the topic.

He was right. After the presentation, Elias invited people to share their stories. The woman beside me went first, voice breaking as she described her daughter's murder three years ago. How the police had ruled it a mugging gone wrong despite the girl being found with her throat torn out in a locked apartment building with no forced entry. "They said it was a dog," she said, tears streaming down her face. "A dog. In a sixth-floor apartment. They thought I was stupid enough to believe that." More stories followed. A man whose brother had been drained of blood and dumped in an alley. A teenager whose girlfriend vanished after accidentally witnessing a pack member shift. A woman whose husband c

I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars. Before I could give the handsome stranger an answer, I felt a hand tug my arm with force, pulling me away from the guy swiftly. “Hey man! What the fuck!”yelled the beautiful stranger as he became smaller and smaller, nearly out of sight. I could hardly see in the darkened area where I was being led to. My heart raced, and I feared the worse. Was I being attacked? I didn’t have a weapon, but I tried to remember all the self-defense lessons Lisa and I had taken that summer. And where the fuck was security?

Why so violent? Almost in a trance, he put his mug down and walked to his private study. He opened his laptop, his heart pounding for a new reason. He opened a new, blank document. His fingers hovered over the keys for a second, then began to type. HALTON DOCKS HOMICIDE – PRIVATE NOTES. He started writing…Questions…Theories. The journalist he used to be was waking up, and his first subject was a bloody mystery on his own doorstep.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

The grand mansion loomed under the moonless night, its opulent halls silent except for the soft creak of my footsteps as I dusted the ornate furniture. My maid uniform—black dress hugging my curves, hem brushing my thighs—felt too tight, the fabric rubbing against my untouched skin, igniting a heat I didn’t understand. I was new here, a virgin maid in the employ of the infamous mafia boss, a man whispered about in fear and awe. The isolation of the house, the weight of his unseen presence, stirred a forbidden curiosity deep in my core, my pussy tingling with every thought of him.