Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

Asked the sub-inspector. "Everything's wrong with this case." "What's it sir?" "I thought this murder is a simple case. But it holds a very dangerous and mysterious conspiracy behind it, as I know who must have done this. This is not a normal murder it's a huge setup," he says. ~~ Dev ~

This is the second time I'm a suspect on a murder case, and not just any murder case, murder case of my best friend. Don't you just love life?

Of course, when sons betray their fathers, they die not from the stab of a knife but from the horror of betrayal. ‘ Who could have done something so heinous like this?’, she cried in anger. Her eyes blazed fire and her hair was flying everywhere. ‘ Who saw it first?’ A girl came forward from the crowd of servants and people. She was shivering in fear. ‘ When I came to arrange the dishes of food and to call out our guests, I saw him lying here already dead. I cried in fear’. No one had seen the murderer. None but Argus knew what had happened. He knelt down beside Selene and took hold of her. She buried her head on his chest and broke down into a rush of fresh tears.

She was haunted by only one thing, why her father killed his secretary and ran away. His mother who knew that his father was a murderer but still did not accept it in front of him even though his mother had evidence. He was sitting on the sidewalk reminiscing about the day he found out that his mother had the evidence. Flashback : One day, he sat in his mother's room, engaged in a lengthy conversation with her. As his mother withdrew some money from the cupboard, a surprising event unfolded. A plastic package unexpectedly dropped to the floor, revealing its contents: a gun and a letter. The gun had been wrapped carefully in a handkerchief. Reacting swiftly, he promptly rose from his seat, as

"What makes you say that?" The book ended with all the mysteries unraveled, and the clues pointed toward the physics teacher. He used his expertise to pull off the perfect crime, and the narrative made it clear he was the murderer. Sam wanted to confirm if the physics teacher was actually the murderer. At that moment, Mindy studied him intently. Sam continued, "I recall a few subtle clues in the book…" First, the shadow on the staircase seemed off. Then, there was the missing murder weapon. Although the police eventually recovered it, the book never explained how it disappeared.

“You really believe in that man, don’t you? That’s adorable. But let me break it to you...right now the cops and the feds are combing through town looking for him. Do you know why?” I shook my head slowly, my chest tightening. “Why?” Murphy’s smile stretched wider. “Because apparently your precious Myles murdered the mayor and his wife.” My heart dropped. “That’s a lie!” I shouted. “Myles would never do that. Never!” Murphy shrugged, pretending to look innocent.

He wasn't unhinged enough to defy the police outright—not yet. "A misunderstanding? You've been standing outside my door all this time, and you call it a misunderstanding?" "No, I—I… I just—ah… you—" His words tangled into a stutter. He always tripped over himself when nervous, I remembered. I risked another glance through the peephole. His face was flushed red, and his body fidgeted with restless anxiety. He spun in place like a trapped animal—hardly the image of a cold-blooded murderer.

“I’ve been writing, too.” I stared at him, utterly stunned. “You? Writing?” He laughed, a rich, joyful sound that carried on the wind. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re not the only one with a story to tell.” He pulled a small, black moleskine notebook from his coat pocket. “It’s not a memoir. It’s… well, it’s a mystery. About a grumpy, retired surgeon who gets pulled into solving a crime in his sleepy coastal town.” I burst out laughing, the sound mingling with the crash of the waves. “Arthur! You’re writing a murder mystery?”

’ It was her uncle, Nicholas Jacobs, the conniving bastard who sold her out to the criminals. Nicholas had been sitting in his car waiting for a sign that his niece was still alive. It had been a few hours since she had been taken, and he was losing hope as the night wore on, but he was not going to give up. He had a feeling Clara was near. His patience paid off when he heard the gunshot somewhere near where he was waiting. The sound reverberated against the shipping crates and warehouses. He prayed that he was heading in the right direction as he followed his instinct. He saw someone running toward him in a zig-zag pattern like a maniac that he almost ran over her.

Alice and her squad were still at the crime scene investigating the homicide that had taken place. They were looking for any possible clues to find the murderer. Right about now she was interrogating the two neighbors if they noticed any unfamiliar occurrences last night. Mr Oscar said he was sleeping soundly last night and didn't hear anything odd in the neighborhood. "Or honey did you hear anything?" Mr Oscar asks his wife and she nods. "I heard screams" Mrs Oscar and Mrs George the second neighbor answered in unison.