Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

Suddenly the lights went out and I quickly fell on the couch and closed my eyes. When the lights came back up everyone dramatically gasped and cried out. “She’s dead!” Grayson screamed. “There’s a murderer in this room!” “No fucking way!” Lee said excitedly. “It’s a murder mystery party!” “Detective Lee, you must solve this!” Lulu said hysterically. Lee quickly opened his envelope that had secrets about everyone here in it. I rose up from the couch. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Lee pointed out. “I’m a ghost,” I responded. “I cannot rest until my murderer is found. Any guesses right now?”

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 ~

It was how they always worked. Only right now it wasn’t working and they weren’t enjoying it. They shouldn’t have held the meeting at Sam’s apartment, the place held too many recent memories. “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it matters, it’s a key plot driver. It’s like having a murder mystery and never finding out who does the murder.” “But that’s the point, you just said the key word.” “What key word—murder?” “No, mystery, that’s what make it so unnerving, the audience is never sure who sends him the links, we let them work it out for themselves, so they project their own fears onto it.”

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

They said a wild beast infiltrated our town, which made the Mayor put a curfew on Weekends, because they noticed that a lot of these unusual killings happen on weekends. I'm on a campaign to deliver answers for the people and put an end to all these deaths. Mum, you said deliver answers? You don't believe the killings are animal related? Not at all dearie, I feel there's more to what they are saying to us and I'm going to prove it. Speaking of addressing issues, I'm trying to find someone who lives in this town. Her name is Molly, she's my neighbor's daughter. He hasn't heard from her in days now and he's stressing out. You know this is a little town. Do you have a photograph of her? Yes, I

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…’

His right hand, which gripped the steering wheel, also bore a scratch. Caitlin kept her composure, though internally, she began to connect the dots. Recently, there had been a series of gruesome murders in New York, targeting young women. The killer would lure them out to the wilderness, only to brutally kill them and dispose of their bodies. The police had been struggling to find any clues, and the killer’s anti-detection skills were exceptional. Caitlin’s mind raced as the taxi continued its route. She took a deep breath and focused her attention.

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?"