Murder Mystery Short Stories Ideas Novels & Stories

I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story! He didn't even orient me! I close my eyes, and then suddenly, some idea pops up in my mind. I smile brightly and start to type the story. Our first meeting inspires the story that I will present to him. I'll make it a very angsty one, and he will be the leading guy then dies in the end. It's a story about the hero and heroine falling in love together when they first meet inside the elevator after an accidental kiss. But, unfortunately, the guy didn't know that the girl he met was a part of a mafia clan and one of the candidates to be the mafia boss's mate.

Most of her hair had turned gray, and her eyes looked hollow. The prosecutor charged her with intentional homicide. The evidence was overwhelming. Her lawyer argued that she only intended to teach me a lesson, and she didn't mean to kill anyone. It was a case of mistaken target. The prosecutor stood up and spoke firmly. "She intended to kill an innocent child. That constitutes intentional homicide. A mistaken target does not change the nature of the crime. Moreover, the child she killed was her own son." There were gasps in the courtroom. Esther lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

As I stepped out of the kitchen and made my way to retrieve my car keys, the news ongoing on the TV turned on filled the otherwise bustling air of the café, the words registering in my mind. ‘…A new murder seems to have resurfaced in New York. Locals are advised to stay on guard and be wary of going around at night as Police are still yet to catch the perpetrator. However, the killing style is said to be peculiar and unlike others before. Police are still on the case though…’

I caressed her hair and chuckled, "You know I kick people when I get hurt!" Meggay stared at me blankly but looked away before folding her book and putting the book in my Vanity table. I stared at the book reading 'Who is the traitor?' She was looking at the title in her book before looking at us, "In that book, The classroom consists of 20 people and one of them is the murderer, they have to find the murderer in 20 days or all of them are going to die, they put five suspects gather in the one room, and try to interrogate them, one of them tells that he didn't know what is happening, the second one denies the truth because he was with some of his friends in their dorms, the third one is not

"Investment banker. No criminal record. Just a regular guy in the wrong place at the wrong time." Evelyn studied the body, then glanced at the walls of the alley. Deep claw marks gouged into the brick as if something had climbed or leaped away, leaving behind a trail of terror. She didn’t like this. Something wasn’t adding up. They left the crime scene Back at her apartment, Evelyn poured herself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like the chaos in her mind. She spread out every file she had—her father’s old case, the current victims, the same patterns, the same full moons.

"You take it easy, big brother. We must not be hasty in investigating this matter. After all, we can first find out what they did wrong until their deaths also leave suspicions. It's unlikely that one perpetrator will only stop if they've already started, right? Let's just wait to see who the next victim is and then we can get to the bottom of this." Jeremy stared at Edward in silence. His mind was racing as he thought of event after event that kept repeating itself, even with a fairly short distance of time and with almost similar events. If it is said to be fate but why did it run so short, and also if it is said to be a deliberate murder until now the mastermind has not been found. Or ...

He tore his eyes away from the gruesome story as Blakeney began. “I received a call tonight from a friend of mine who is the lead detective on one of the murder cases that have been plaguing the east coast for the last month. As you may know, we have alumni in place in various organizations and police agencies throughout the country that alert me to anything which may be of our interest.” Blakeney paused to let that sink in. “Especially in these dangerous times. As soon as my source heard the 9-1-1 call placed immediately after the murder, she found it peculiar and moved to compare that specific one with the others. Something interesting was found,” he said, now passing around printouts to e

One dark night, in the midst of a heavy downpour, Alana and Johan's café witnessed a mysterious incident. A loyal regular customer, known as Mr. Smith, suddenly falls unconscious on the floor of the cafe. Alana and Johan immediately try to help him, calling an ambulance and trying to figure out what happened. However, when they investigated further, they found suspicious evidence that the incident might not have been an accident. There were signs that Mr. Smith had been poisoned. This raised a disturbing question: Who was behind this attempted murder and why?