Murder Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

“A bit of a dilemma.” “Yes, it is a bit.” I put my arms around her and pulled her into my body. “I don’t know whether I’m looking at a murder made to look like a suicide, or a suicide made to look like a suicide.” “I’m confused,” she said. “So am I,” I said pulling away and cupping her face in my hands and kissing her. “So where do you start?” Kimberley asked. “At the scene of the crime,” I replied. “The Fuentes family home.”

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

Detective Harry Macmillan was in an office at Scotland Yard, who had taken an oath herself, to find the murderer of Willemina Winchester; she was analyzing some papers, they were the notes on how the body had been found, with a couple of holes in the neck, some of the funeral service agents and others said with fear; "It must be a vampire", "or some demonic being", those were the rumors that ran through the streets of the city, in the other bodies that had been found the marks were the same, he had his fountain pen between his lips and his nose, he thoughtfully read each one of those notes.

she called the address to where she was going to the cab guy. "Get in" the cab guy replied and she hopped in. **** *Shop* Jasper has been briefed on Drake's murder and Anna's disappearance but what he's finding difficult to understand is how do they get a lead to the murderer behind Drake's death and Anna's disappearance. The four of them were now at the gun shop of Jasper's friend. "What's up nigga?" his friend greeted and did a handshake and a brief hug with Jasper. "I'm good man. I'm here to get some babies for my friends" Jasper replies.

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It was much more complicated.

His hands shake, and his eyes blur for no reason. He closed his eyes to give them a quick rest, then held the bridge of his nose, "In every mystery, there’s a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. But this puzzle seems to have other pieces that belong somewhere else but where?" Gertrude's brow rose, then asked in a curious tone, "Why do you think that?" "In a normal murder case, what are the basic things to consider?" He asks. "The victim. The suspect. The motive." She responds

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!

I thought that I would feel something, but I didn't. How could I not feel something? I just killed the woman that was made for me to love and nothing. I began to wonder if she was my destined mate at all. I didn’t even feel the bond breaking. In the years to come after that, I never got serious with anyone. I went to clubs and had plenty of woman but never the same one twice. I started building my empire, both above board and criminal. Henry and I created The Damascus Group and used the money we made to fund our criminal empire. We had always been very careful and then I met Tabitha.