Murder Mystery Short Stories Ideas Novels & Stories

"The document is for you. Sign it, and I'll spare your life. If you refuse, you'll both go over the edge." Conner remained on his knees, water still dripping all over his body. Floyd continued, "The rules are simple. Both of you will cross at the same time. The walkway is only about a foot wide, and it can't fit two people side by side. Whoever reaches the end first gets what they need. As for the other one…" He didn't finish his sentence, but his chilling murderous intent said it all. The moment Anisa heard "hemostatic medicine", a frantic will to survive flared in her gaze. She actually managed to pull herself up and drag her bleeding body toward the glass walkway step by step.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

In less than three minutes later, the person who was asked by the chief to send for Mr. Liberta descended back to the lobby by herself, quickly approaching the officers who did not seem to realize her presence, “Officers, Mr. Liberta said he will be here real quick.” The chief nodded and with that Ms. Gardeer as well went back to her receptionist desk. The chief was still pretty busy discussing with the officers of his team whether who to suspect. It had been almost half a day for them and yet they had not found anything worth more suspects even though the case was not seem to be too complicated. The chief got his back to the couch finding a more relaxing position, inhaling the cigar he had

Mr Smith said with a slight smile He put the Photo back to were it originally stayed He turned to leave but stopped and looked at the other two photos in the Wall He turned again and left Liam stared at the murder files of half a month ago in front of him The incident has already been concluded as a sucide That doesn't have anything to do with him He is really not concerned about the victim but the murderer He has a feeling that the murderer will help in finding out clues of the mother's death He felt like something was missing but he didn't know were to put it He stood up from the seat to find other murder case by the same person in his study He placed all on the table As he went through th

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

It had a slight coffee stains by the left side of her chest. The woman answered, “I don’t know if I am the right person to tell you this, but, two of your classmates, LD and Jieve, are murdered. That makes it the third murder case in this University within one month alone,” she explained. There was a huge sigh trying to escape his throat but his mouth told her not to let it out. “May I know what you are thinking about it?” I asked again. But because it didn’t sound rightfully appropriate, I forced myself to take it back and correct it the second time. “I mean, what do you suspect about the murder?”

“Twenty thousand in credit card debt. Four thousand from online loans. Last week, you mortgaged the house your parents left you, took out one hundred thousand, and put it all into a speculative gaming assets investment. “And that investment collapsed the day before yesterday. “Overnight, you lost everything and ended up buried in debt.” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Yes, I needed money. But that didn’t mean I killed anyone. “We have reason to believe you planned this murder to secure the ten-thousand-dollar reward and to take revenge on your boss and colleagues. “You know how these escape rooms work. You led them into the trap, then hid yourself in a safe compartment and controll

Geneva's mom suggested that they should file a case against the incident to track the suspect, Stella's case was hit and run incident, and it takes a long process to identify the perpetrator, Cindy agreed on what's Geneva's mom suggested, But she hesitate because she's only a minor, she still needs a guidance from legal ages, Geneva's mom volunteer to accompany her to file a case, "I know you're worried about that, that's why I'm here Cindy no more worries." Geneva's mom said, She's still worrying about what if Stella saw her and recognized that she was Han's mistressed, But for now Geneva's mom won't think that her first priority is Cindy will survive her challenges. Next scene, Geneva's mo

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.

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.