Murder Mystery Booktok Novels & Stories

"And I am going to kill them." "No! Jeremy, please, you can't do anything stupid!" I pleaded, my hands trembling as I held onto him. "If you fight them, they win! We have to find out who it is first!" "They touched your things. They watched us," he snarled, his eyes black with fury. "No one does this to you. No one. And from the written note, my first suspect is Milo" Downstairs, the heavy basement door creaked open. "Jeremy?" Brenna’s voice echoed up the stairwell, her footsteps starting to climb the wooden steps. "I found the book!"

Fuck, she makes me feel everything. "It is indeed a good morning," I say wrapping more of her wild hair around her ear so I can see her face better. "Sorry, I fell asleep," she says. I'm not sorry. I didn't want to get into her Dad's allegations last night and even though she wasn't happy about it she asked me to read her the book she had grabbed off my book shelf. One of my favorites. It's a mystery novel about two mates who find each other while they are both trying to catch the same serial killer that's on the loose.

am so full,just had an ice cream,and I've gotten the books I need from the library,gosh I feel sooo good" I heard police siren,wonder what wrong. They are going in direction of my dorm "wait is something wrong ?" I hasten my pact,on getting to the dorm,I saw everywhere crowded now am having a bad feeling I just hope all is well "Gosh she was murdered cold blooded," "wait murdered? Who was murdered?" I asked one of the people "it someone from room 39" "what? I hope it not Cherry" "Who's Miss Matilda Frances" one of the policemen asked "here" I replied "you are under arrest for the murder of Benita Gabriel" "wait what? I just become a murder.....

"Lend me your wolf soul and be diverge from his original source!" When I felt her clutching my heart, I screamed in pain. The unbearable pain of feeling like my body was being extracted from a foreign entity. I was being like that until my vision went black. "Lilith..." ----- Mystique Luna's note: This book will be finished this April 2023. Please look forward to its ending! Please like my f a c e b o o k page for more updates of my new upcoming stories! ✨

someone, and seeing the picture come out of the bin, a curious side of me that I was sure would be the cause of my death, made me literally move closer to see who it was, and when I moved closer to the bin, and took the picture in my hand, even though some side were burnt, I could still make out that it was a picture of a guy I sometimes see that dickhead, Elias with, but I immediately throw the picture away when another damn thought popped in "Could...could he really be murderer, and was this poor lad his victim?" My face turned pale as the thought raced on my head, but I didn't want to die of fear, so I immediately brought out my phone with my shaky hands out of my pants, and checked onlin

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?”

"Do you have a minute?" I nod my head standing up from my chair to shake his hand. "Isabella." I introduce myself and he does the same. "How can I help you, Detective Decker?" I withdraw my hand and invite him to take a seat opposite me. "We are looking for a friend of yours." He start and I swallow hard pass the lump in my throat. "Miss Lilith Taylor." I shot up an eyebrow at him. "Do you know where I can find her?" "Is she in trouble?" I ignore his question.

“Happy? You think you can just waltz in here and replace your old life with this fairy tale? You’re deluding yourself. Everything good that happens here is a lie. And I’m going to make sure you see that, murderer.” Murderer ? Me ? I'm not a murder. I was unconscious back then. Though I was the only suspect but ... Murderer.... Murderer.... Am I ? I lost my words but I retorted . "What do you know about me ? You have always believed what you wanted to"! He let out a short laugh " you need a book from the library it catches fire ,you go to have dinner ,the lunch lady is fired your a monster, You are miserable and you ruin everything you touch ."

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.