Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

"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."

said Nathan and Jane nodded as well. “I am perplexed,” commented Susn,” Nothing links up at all. Mystery one, Harrison tracks the private eye up here. We follow. Mystery two, we find here Hartland murdered in his house with his house ransacked. Mystery three- how does the Boar fit in all this nonsense? Four, why on earth is Neville Guise is visiting this part of the world? Then what is happening in the Black Gorse Moor and what is with that network of tunnels?” “You left out one more,” Nathan remarked,” Who hired the private eye in the first place, Vermont?”

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.

Trent and the housekeepers had gotten together and called the police, accusing Cody of murder. However, he couldn't be arrested just yet. There was one more thing he had to do!

“We tracked a burner phone used to call in a fake hospital discharge report. GPS led us here. It was Sophie’s number.” Lucien nodded grimly. “Let’s move.” With weapons drawn, the officers moved in formation as they pushed through the rusted doors. The air inside was stale, metallic. A mix of mold, dust, and something darker. As they crept through the hallways, one of the officers raised a hand, signaling movement ahead. A muffled sound. A whimper. They reached a locked room at the far end of a corridor. The officer kicked it open. Lucien stepped inside—

"You just threatened to kill me." "And I will again." He reached into his jacket and pulled out another knife, this one longer and more wicked looking than the dagger I'd melted. The blade caught the light streaming through the windows, sharp enough to cut shadows. "The question is whether you're going to melt this one too, or if that little trick was a one-time thing." My heart hammered against my ribs. "I don't know how that happened." "Then we'll find out together." He stood up slowly, the knife held loosely in his grip. Not threatening yet, but ready. "Because either you're telling the truth about being some kind of resurrection victim, or you're the most dangerous enemy I've ever let in

The neon glow of the diner across the street flickered hazily, casting distorted silhouettes on the cracked pavement. She gripped her camera - more than a tool, it was her armor - and waited. The town had been whispering about the murders for weeks, hushed gossip trailing every corner like poison: mutilated bodies discovered in the dead of night, all linked by an unspoken horror. And none had been caught. Lena came for answers. She would not let the darkness swallow her sister’s memory without a fight. Footsteps echoed nearby slowly, deliberately. She steadied her nerves and raised the camera. From the shadows emerged a tall and commanding figure, his presence almost a physical force. Jeremy