Murder Mystery For Adults Novels & Stories

Life is a dark comedy. “Okay, at least we know the victim... What else do we know?” Mrs. De Cassel is the widow of a noble French man who died some years ago in an accident. “Accident? Was it an ‘accident’?” Claude was thinking deeply about the possibility of Mr. De Cassel being murdered. “Could it be? In that case, maybe our murderer and his murderer, are the same person?” The idea seemed attractive, but it lacked evidence. And it kept a lot of questions unanswered: “Why did Mrs. De Cassel get poisoned? And why is she not dead?”

"Eve, can you stop being so stubborn? I've apologized, and I'm willing to pay. What more do you want? Will you not let it rest until I'm in prison?" David nodded. "Exactly. The dead can't come back to life. You need to move on. 20 grand is a lot. A life isn't even worth that much in rural areas."

(Kelly giggles, and embraces her Mum) (The Next Morning) Good morning Mum. Hi honey, sleep well? Not really. My room still looks, smells, and the bed, pretty small. Oh honey, I'm truly sorry. We didn't have time to get a new bed. It's okay Mum, I'm simply happy to be home, to spend more time with you and Dad (Maggie smiles). What are you making Mum? Banana pancakes. Yummy! Can I ask you a question? Sure, go ahead. What do you know about Globetech Group? Not much honey, just that they arrived into town five years ago, and their entrance into town brought huge changes to Middleville. It truly opened up the town. Investors started trooping in from everywhere, creating new schools, hospitals, pa

“It’s true. We can’t trust anyone.” A long air of heavy silence fell once more. They only ate and relieved themselves of the worries. This is a time for nourishment and not anxiety. But the backs of their mind knew that the danger is still very real. Someone is plotting something somewhere, waiting for the right moment in time. And soon, they’ll all be six feet under. “I have an idea,” said Agatha. “Let’s go mystery hunting. You know, like the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew?” The two only responded in blinks, feeling like the idea was too preposterous.

The soft click of spoons stirring cups served as background sounds. His thick lashes fluttered, confusion flickering in his stern eyes, "What?!" "Ah, i thought you knew earlier.... when you said it was more than a mere coincidence that i was a suspect to two cases. The fact that you're currently hitting a dead end is because you're throwing all your efforts in the wrong direction. This isn't a missing person's case nor is it an abduction.......this is a murder case." - I paused, my fingers drumming on the table's surface. "What you ought to be looking for is a corpse and not a living person?"

Then I got back to my research again browsing through criminal cases described in news articles and web forums. An hour passed and I was tired of reading bloody stories that got me nowhere near something I could use in the novel, so I began to grumble on one of the mystery-crime forums. “Help me out. Have you heard of any interesting murder case nowadays? I swear, I’m not a psycho, I’m a writer begging for an inspiration,” I hoped that sounded convincing enough. No one was answering. I’d waited for an hour and got little bit frustrated. I was about to get back to my previous way of research but then someone replied.

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!"

Emma's heart racing, she picked it up and read the words: "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone." The note wasn't signed, but Emma knew instinctively that it was from someone who knew her secrets. Someone who might be able to help her uncover the truth about her sister's disappearance and the sinister forces at play. Emma's mind was a whirlwind of questions. Who was behind the note? What did they want from her? And what did they mean by "come alone"? As the clock struck midnight, Emma stood in front of the old clock tower, her heart pounding in her chest. The building loomed above her, its stone façade shrouded in shadows. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she had ma

B: 23 April 1977 Height: 166cm Weight: 109lb Age: 44 years old Crime: Kidnapping, ritualist, armed robbery, pen robbery, sexual assault. History: Once worked in a bank and was fired for pen robbery. Also known for kidnapping young girls, molesting them, and killing them in the end. Those who managed to escape will end up with a lifetime of trauma. “Oh my GOD, my baby has been in these people's hands for two weeks and nothing happened to her? I thank you GOD” she looked up at the officers with a shocked but grateful look on her face.

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."