Murder Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

The Delicate Dependency, A Novel Of The Vampire Life BY MICHAEL TALBOT There are some who believe this is the best vampire novel ever written. Here, vampires are truly another species, and both responsible for most of human culture and dedicated to preserving it, though they don't much care about the present human population. A very odd, mysterious and mesmerizing read. Out of print, but available in used book marts. 68.Those Who Hunt The Night BY BARBARA HAMBLY A Sherlock Holmesian mystery plus vampires. Takes place in 1907.

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?”

There was nothing much, except books. Textbooks, novels, exercise books and manuscript. He briefly went through some of Pearl's unfinished works and smiled. Pearl was the real talent here. He reached for another note book and the first page was boldly written on it, 'THEY MURDERED HER (True life story)'. It was a novel Pearl was writing. Without hesitation, Detective Flynn also took the old diary he found in the last wardrobe. He heard footsteps, someone was climbing the staircase. He knew it was neither the twins nor their father. So he concluded it was a neighbor and continued snooping around.

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

She had a gaping wound on her throat. So that’s where all the blood came from, I thought. *** "Two murders in one night. This is getting out of hand," Danna said grimly. She was talking to her partner while staring at me. Did she just say two murders? "There has been another murder?" I asked. I wish my voice didn't shake so much. "It seems that your neighbor might have something to do with it. What do you know about him?" she asked me directly this time. "I don't know what you are talking about," I said, shaking my head.

I guess life is unexpectedly a mystery. In a world where mafias ruled the underground. While the businessmen ruled the overworld that even the government couldn’t control them. Tuesday 6:30 am I woke up earlier than usual, and I didn’t know why. I was sitting on my bed while scrolling through my feed, seeing the same usual boring thing except for the recent news about a murder in an alley. Do people kill each other just for money, for justice, or for fun? Well, what can I say? We’ll never know since human nature is like a snake.

I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him. I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupin are by far my most favourite ones, me being a fan of mystery thrillers. I am such an addict of criminal profiling that I actually have list and screenshots of wanted criminals or serial killers on my phone. Serial killings were always my favourite ones, as they have something In common and it always piqued my curiosity as to why there are still serial killers like Jack the Ripper or Stripper on lease. I guess not

The crime scene was processed with the usual efficiency, but Casie felt the weight of the note in her pocket like a stone. As she and Rick drove to meet the Captain, she stared out the window, mind racing through possibilities. The symbols, the wounds, that ancient script—all pointed to something far beyond their department's usual homicides. "You're quiet," Rick observed, navigating through morning traffic. "More quiet than usual, I mean." "Just processing," she replied, the half-truth coming naturally after years of hiding her true nature. "These kills are escalating. The first two were found in abandoned buildings, but this one..."

hinugasan ko ito sa gripo ng lababo Ang damit ko at agad na tumakbo kung san ko iniwan si manuel.Pinunasan ko ang nga dugo sa katawan nya at pinagmasdan ang buong muhka nya.Napaka gwapo ng lalaking to nasisiguro ko ngang kamuhka ko sya pero bakit?bakit sinabi sakin ng investigator ko na nandito sya?!at bat sinabi sakin na nagpunta ng paris si manuel.Pagkatapos ko mahpunas ng mga dugo ay nakita ko ang bakas ng pinamalo sa likod nya.at isang saksak sa kanan na braso at dalawa sa kaliwang braso!Ang akala ko ay ako palang makakagawa sayo ng ganyan na unahan na pla ako.

' 'See me at nine - bring coffee and cake. I’d started the day having to consider if my friends were murderers. Something in the story still didn’t add up. Was it possible Sid knew nothing about the events before the police told her? Was Vera truly clueless at that moment when my father phoned to announce the bloodbath at the cottage? Her behaviour made me believe she already knew the Walkers were dead. Was I being duped by a couple of crooks? I didn’t think so, but doubts kept returning. If they had contrived this whole plot to rid themselves of a blackmailer with a habit, was my life in danger, too?