Murder Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

Tommy seemed to think for a second before he shook his head, “Nothing, Sir. I did not go anywhere yesterday. I did not go anywhere as well today. I just got here from New York for a visit to my hometown and I spent my time in my apartment. Not more, not less.” The officer with paper in his hand wrote down his explanation thoroughly even though it was not too important, but perhaps they need it later. While Tommy still tried to think harder if he really knew something or suspected someone, but he couldn’t find anything on his mind, so he didn’t make any more statement. “What about you, Mr. Victor Hillston? Anything?” “Hm … who got murdered, again, if I may know?” Victor asked to the chief. In

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

I mumbled to her as I seriously asked. “That is why the Child Murderer case appeared, the case are too identical to one another. The only difference is that, the child now is a girl.” She answered and her words are too riddled for me. “You said that his mother committed suicide, why was it declared as a murder?” I asked and this time she just smiled at me and sat on her swivel chair. “Dylan’s fingerprints are on the knife stabbed on her mother’s body, the coroners determined that the direction of the stabs are resulted by an outward swing made by another person.” She explained to her and finally handed the folder of the case.

He didn't tell me—he wanted it to be a surprise. He even traveled across the city, searching for the best supplier of sheep offal. That was when he stumbled across a slaughterhouse notorious for selling water-injected meat. He uncovered their scheme, but the owner caught him. The man's name was Brendan Milner, a thug who had clawed his way up by extortion and intimidation, and eventually used his dirty money to open the slaughterhouse. Out of fear that Edmund would report him, Brendan killed him on the spot. It was as simple, and as brutal, as that—if Edmund escaped, Brendan's money pipeline would be cut off. So Brendan silenced Edmund forever.

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."

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.

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

The city stood still under the blanket of darkness, its usual hum drowned out by the gravity of the situation. Lysandra stood by the window of her apartment, her gaze fixed on the distant skyline. The moon hung low, a crescent scarred by the remnants of forgotten secrets. Her fingers drummed absently against the edge of her desk, the images of the latest murder scattered around her. Another death. Another symbol. Another victim. She couldn't shake the sense of familiarity gnawing at her, a creeping feeling that the crimes weren’t just connected by bloodshed, but by something more ancient, more primal. The pattern was undeniable now, woven through the fabric of the city's darkness.

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.”

“No Aria I am not” “Good.” He opened his book again and I looked at it. “What are you reading?” He showed me the cover. “It’s a mystery novel.” I raised an eyebrow. “Is it good?” “Yeah.” “What is it about?” “A detective investigating a murder.” I made a face. “That’s dark.” “You asked.” He said and laughed I laughed. “Can I read it?” He looked at me. “You want to?” “Yes.” He shifted the book slightly so I could see.