Murder Mystery For Adults Novels & Stories

“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.

There is no rhyme or reason to such an act. ‘People do strange things in the heat of the moment, sir.’ ‘Don’t I know that already Navpreet ...’ said the inspector thoughtfully. He crossed his legs and took a deep breath. ‘Twenty-six years since I joined the police force, there is very little left for me to see. And one thing I have learnt – murder is an amateur’s crime. Of course, I am talking about the regular cases, not serial killers or gangsters. Murderers, they are ordinary people like you and me ... with just one difference. Their common sense has been trumped by their desire for love, freedom, money or power. It is usually one of these. And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter rou

It was an unsettling puzzle, one that demanded answers. Meanwhile, I could sense the presence of my faithful companion, my wolf. Though she couldn't speak, his instincts were sharp. She remained still, a silent observer, her senses alert to any anomalies or hidden truths that might linger within the morgue. In this tense atmosphere, I couldn't help but feel a mix of intrigue and trepidation. The mysteries surrounding these deaths were far from ordinary, and each passing moment intensified the urgency to uncover the truth. As I carefully examined the lifeless body of the lady, my instincts kicked in, guided by the ever-watchful presence of my wolf.

“Zhedya Hunter. You are under arrest for the murder of Steven Andrew, also known as ‘the Ghost.’” Zhedya didn’t startle. He didn’t even stand up. He simply leaned back in his massive leather chair, steepling his fingers under his chin. A slow, chilling smile touched his lips. It wasn’t a smile of fear or surprise. It was a smile of dark, profound amusement. “Is that so?” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “I’ll need to call my lawyer, of course.” Miller stepped forward, planting his hands on the expensive desk, invading Zhedya’s space.

While Cindy walking headed to Geneva's room she saw a picture frame, picture of Geneva's mom with a man, She stared at the picture because the face of the man cutted in the picture only his body can sees, She stared at the hand of that man, she saw a same watch as her father but she doesn't mind it anymore, "It's not make sense, he was not my father." She said and she put the frame back, Geneva's mother staring at Cindy with her sorry face, she remembered the accident she was done in the past and Geneva didn't know anything, "Aunt, my mom asks if she could meet you one time she was curious how pretty Geneva's mom is," "She invited you to her birthday she asked me that weeks ago." Cindy said,

Whoever was behind it knew exactly how to get under his skin, and it was working. He took a cigar from his pocket and lit it, taking a long drag exhaling slowly as smoke curled around him like fog. He stared out of the window until the cigarette burned down to the filter. Somewhere in that city, someone was playing games with him using ghosts from his past as bait. And if that was the case, he’d play along. But this time, he’d be the one setting the trap. Nikolai turned from the window and walked to the table. He grabbed his coat, a gun and car keys from the desk.

“A bit of a dilemma.” “Yes, it is a bit.” I put my arms around her and pulled her into my body. “I don’t know whether I’m looking at a murder made to look like a suicide, or a suicide made to look like a suicide.” “I’m confused,” she said. “So am I,” I said pulling away and cupping her face in my hands and kissing her. “So where do you start?” Kimberley asked. “At the scene of the crime,” I replied. “The Fuentes family home.”

That man was none other than Q. But what really made my blood run cold was the fact that I had been targeted years in advance, all in preparation for the murder of a woman later on. The problem was, I didn't know Q at all. "What's in the diary?" Amber asked, her eyes fixed on my pale face. "Nothing much. Someone named Q came up, but I'm not sure if it's the same man who coerced Isla." "Could he have coerced Kaylee as well?" I shook my head. "No. He's spent years manipulating her into becoming a murderer."

With Grim Marie on the prowl, the hunter becomes the hunted. Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy—Bryony Adams is destined to be murdered, but fortunately Fate has terrible marksmanship. In order to survive, she must run as far and as fast as she can. After arriving in Seattle, Bryony befriends a tortured musician, a market fish-thrower, and a starry-eyed hero who is secretly a serial killer bent on fulfilling Bryony’s dark destiny. If you enjoyed this book, I’m sure you’ll also like the following titles:

As I stepped out of the kitchen and made my way to retrieve my car keys, the news ongoing on the TV turned on filled the otherwise bustling air of the café, the words registering in my mind. ‘…A new murder seems to have resurfaced in New York. Locals are advised to stay on guard and be wary of going around at night as Police are still yet to catch the perpetrator. However, the killing style is said to be peculiar and unlike others before. Police are still on the case though…’