Murder Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

Why was there no evidence at all at the crime scene? “So, the killer made a copy of the key, snuck into the house, and killed three people without leaving a single trace? Plus, he accurately foresaw the time you would arrive and finish everything before you did. He made sure you wouldn’t bump into each other, either.” Jay’s tone held an almost imperceptible hint of mockery. “The data from the autopsy report doesn’t lie. Cynthia clearly died later than the other two, and you had more than enough time to commit the crime. How do you explain that?” Jay was not loud, but his words were like a hammer as they struck me.

B: 23 April 1977 Height: 166cm Weight: 109lb Age: 44 years old Crime: Kidnapping, ritualist, armed robbery, pen robbery, sexual assault. History: Once worked in a bank and was fired for pen robbery. Also known for kidnapping young girls, molesting them, and killing them in the end. Those who managed to escape will end up with a lifetime of trauma. “Oh my GOD, my baby has been in these people's hands for two weeks and nothing happened to her? I thank you GOD” she looked up at the officers with a shocked but grateful look on her face.

With Grim Marie on the prowl, the hunter becomes the hunted. Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy—Bryony Adams is destined to be murdered, but fortunately Fate has terrible marksmanship. In order to survive, she must run as far and as fast as she can. After arriving in Seattle, Bryony befriends a tortured musician, a market fish-thrower, and a starry-eyed hero who is secretly a serial killer bent on fulfilling Bryony’s dark destiny. If you enjoyed this book, I’m sure you’ll also like the following titles:

I finished off in one breadth. "Wow that's alot … how can I help you and where are we gonna start from?"Yvonne asked "Let me get my journal I got some clues from the investigation I've been conducting" I said as I got up from the bed and grabbed my journal from My reading table. "Okayy so the people that are found dead are looking pale, no single blood in their body , no gun Mark's sign of bleeding just bite Mark's and in some cases claw scratches " I said reading the points I have

"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."

"The kind where three more bodies showed up overnight. All council loyalists. All killed the same way, throats torn out, that symbol carved into their shoulders." Sera sits up, clutching the sheet. "But we arrested Victoria." "Exactly." Dante's already getting dressed. "Which means either she has an accomplice we don't know about, or—" "Or she's not the only killer." They dress quickly, Sera borrowing clothes from Dante's closet. Everything's too big, but she doesn't care. They're out the door in ten minutes. The drive to the first crime scene takes them to the edge of pack territory. Yellow police tape surrounds a small cabin—one of the council's meeting houses.

His movements falter before he collapses to the ground. Lyndell who catches a glance at the black energy forming from the leader of the assassins, screams in shock the moment the arrows hit Freed. "Freed!!!" she shouts in horror. Raine flinches from Lyndell's screams. She stops firing her bullets as she let Lyndell run toward his husband. Biting her pink lips, she turns to glare at Jiro who is enjoying Lyndell's reaction. Anger is bubbling inside her heart as she grips her gun tightly.

“And all of us must have been directly responsible for something about Christie, more than all of Van Duke. I don’t know the other four of you but I can confirm mine and Dean’s. And I know that you all also know it. “Think about it: six friends were in a room at the very anniversary of a suicide which they were directly responsible for. And one of them, must have been guilty to the point that they would seek justice for what happened, putting matters on their own hands, radically righting a wrong that they were a part of—a grand redemption! “Further deducing the circumstances of that night—a locked door, six guilty people who were alone, and a dead body—, I come to one conclusion, my friends

That right there is the only reason he wasnÕt buying into the idea that she was hiding something, that and the fact that theyÕd found nothing to confirm such suspicions. He was beginning to wonder more and more as the day went by just what was happening to his town. In the space of a few months, thereÕve been two murders when there had never been one in his whole lifetime. Not only that, but neither murder had been of the ordinary garden variety. Both had been gruesome and way over the top as far as he was concerned.