Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

Why so violent? Almost in a trance, he put his mug down and walked to his private study. He opened his laptop, his heart pounding for a new reason. He opened a new, blank document. His fingers hovered over the keys for a second, then began to type. HALTON DOCKS HOMICIDE – PRIVATE NOTES. He started writing…Questions…Theories. The journalist he used to be was waking up, and his first subject was a bloody mystery on his own doorstep.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

Carolyn was head bent pouring over the recent murder case on her hand. The Colosimo's homicide. She hasn't had any real break in the case. It is as if the murderer disappeared into thin air. Her hunch tells her it is Miss Rolland but she couldn't bring herself to believe that the woman she was sleeping with was capable of murder. Though she had noticed some strange behaviors in the woman, how she tends to act different in so many occasions but that doesn't make her a murderer.

She pressed. "That depends on your idea of a mystery," I said. "For a writer of murder mysteries, each new bizarre detail makes the plot more difficult to construct and adds to the sense of mystery. But for us working in the real world," I continued, " the ordinary and drab crime with no pattern that poses the greatest difficulties. The sensational, bizarre, and outrageous crimes that make the most popular stories are the easiest to solve. This case has been very odd from the start, Sandra," I added, "and new information never hurts. From the analytical perspective, Hector's visit simplifies our task." "Does it not make things more difficult for you as well?" Sandra asked.

STARING directly at the dismembered corpse a few meters away from where she stood, Detective Paige Morsen bent her back to take a closer look, not letting the intolerable stench and the grim images projecting ahead of her bother the concentration she needed to get her initial thoughts together. She firmly believed that to be able to unlock the mysteries surrounding a murder case, she must collect the prime keys, at first. And the subject definitely holds it all.

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?”

she tilted her head in a questioning way and Rachael felt the need to cry. She knew crying wouldn't save her, but at that point, she couldn't help it. The detective had a higher hand and had a way of making Rachael believe she perpetrated a crime she didn't. What Happened that night would always be a mystery. Rachael had always been a light sleeper, but that night, she slept through a man being murdered. He was stabbed multiple times and she didn't even wake up to his struggles. "I don't know how it Happened" she replied truthfully, not knowing what else to say.

Everything seemed calm, as if the city itself was holding its breath, waiting for something terrible. At the police station, the atmosphere was heavy, filled with the exhaustion of piling investigations and the constant chatter of conversations. Daniel Martin, a police inspector in his thirties, was going through the files with a tired gaze. A recent investigation occupied all his thoughts—a gruesome murder in the city's upscale neighborhood. The victim, a respected and influential man, had been found in his apartment, shot multiple times in the heart. Everyone had theories about the murderer, but the truth, so far, remained out of reach. The main suspect, however, was a woman. A young woman

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

” I chuckled. Good man indeed! I clicked on the article. What is the perfect murder? Some may say that it is in the instances where police investigations lead them to arrest the wrong person and at the end of the day, the case is closed and everyone believes justice has prevailed while the criminal walks away scot free with no suspicion attached to their name. Others might say it is in the many cold cases that have the detectives in a bind. Then some think it is those whom we know committed the crime and yet there is no evidence strong enough to convict them of the crime so they walk free among us, haunting us with their presence and yet we remain helpless.