Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER TWO Back in the Muriel’s company, Stefan was celebrating with Mr. Brown the good news. Good news he had been the protagonist from. In less than four months two murders had happened. “I don’t understand, that was too easy for you, right?” Mr. Brow said after reading the headline in the newspaper. Stefan pouring a glass of wine, smiled. “Well, too easy as you said, no, it wasn’t but I can’t say he became in the reason of my sleepless nights.”

"Mr. Randall, you're finally here. You have no idea what happened. Your wife brought her broke old dad to the site to cause trouble. "When he couldn't squeeze any money out of us, he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead just to scare me. My heart nearly gave out." Conner looked down and smoothed her wind-tousled hair. Then he looked toward me, or rather at the shape covered by a dirty tarp beside my feet. He walked over, stood beside the tarp, and glanced down. The tarp didn't fully cover the body, and one hand stuck out. A watch rested on that wrist. It was from the Patek Philippe Nautilus series, and only 50 pieces were ever produced worldwide.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

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.

"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."

Right after, she headed up staggering to the desk she was before and reached for the phone. “911, what’s your emergency?” “A murder happened-“ she inhaled some oxygen and gulped her saliva before continuing her explanation, “-Easton Apartment, Narragansett, Rhode Island. Please hurry up.” “Okay, Ma’am, can you stay on line with me?” “Yes.” “Good. Is the murder still there?” “N…no. I don’t know what was happening nor do I know when it was happened. One of our residents was found dead, just by now.”

-MyMischievous_M (Warning: There's a typographical and grammatical error ahead so bear with the author because she's still learning and trying to be better day by day. SYNOPSIS: Majesty Greyish Lux is a detective who wants to unfold the truth about the crime that happened 10 years ago. Her first love got murdered and she was the only witness. But after 10 years the murderer is still unknown to her. She never saw the face of the man who murdered her first love so she chose to be a detective to find the culprit.

Alex and Victoria just shrugged, as if they really had no idea how to answer Liam's question. "How stupid of me to ask! It's obvious that this is a closed case! The secret is there! Isn't that right, Paul?" Liam shouted, asking Paul to justify himself. "Yes, it is. This is a mystery we have to solve. I'm sure that if we can solve the mystery of the murder in this closed room, we can solve the case that is causing a stir in the city. Because generally the cause of death is the same, it's just that this victim did not have his internal organs removed". Paul replied.

Death is chaos. The way her expression changed when I told her about the bodily fluids—that was when I knew. She thinks it’s simple. She thinks I walk in, shoot someone, and it’s over. But it’s never that easy. Murder is an art, and like any masterpiece, it requires time, patience, and precision. In a way, it’s a lot like stalking. Not the person necessarily, but the location, the details. Everything has to be perfect.