Murder Mystery Short Stories Ideas Novels & Stories

He was right. After the presentation, Elias invited people to share their stories. The woman beside me went first, voice breaking as she described her daughter's murder three years ago. How the police had ruled it a mugging gone wrong despite the girl being found with her throat torn out in a locked apartment building with no forced entry. "They said it was a dog," she said, tears streaming down her face. "A dog. In a sixth-floor apartment. They thought I was stupid enough to believe that." More stories followed. A man whose brother had been drained of blood and dumped in an alley. A teenager whose girlfriend vanished after accidentally witnessing a pack member shift. A woman whose husband c

I watch as she squints, probably trying to remember her own headline. “They dug up those two murderer blokes from In Cold Blood,” I don’t want to tell her she’s won by kilometres just yet. “Why?” “Something about some murders in Florida,” So I just nod quietly, pretending to turn it over for a moment. I wonder how I managed to let that one slip through the cracks. I’ve only read the novel about a hundred times. “I suppose you win today.”

She could not help but wonder if Adonis knew what she was up to, since he had been acting suspicious lately, just like how he had kissed her in the kitchen when she asked him what the issue he had to resolve was all about. Now that she finally had time to think, could it be the murder case that was the issue that would destroy his company if not addressed? It had to be it. But there were still so many loopholes, there is a possibility that Adonis or someone close to him could be a murderer, it would really be a big news if it ever gets published in her newspaper, she smiled to herself thinking of all the glory it would bring to her. But first, she had to find a way to get the while story.

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.

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

Maybe she just was not meant to be a writer. “Hmm.. you said that you wanted to write a murder mystery..?” “ “Yeah. I thought it would be a bit easier than it actually is. Now I am in over my head.” Liv admits. “Well, you do realize that you are living in a murder mystery right now, right? You are a regular Jessica Fletcher right now, trying to write a book about murder as a murder happened. As you try to solve the murder, draw inspiration. Write about this.” “You wouldn't mind? You told me that you had reporters because they keep running your story and everything. Isn't a book the same thing?”

“Okay. I see he has a propensity to disappear without a trace. Questionable comings and goings. Possible murders in which the victims may have been shot at close range after death. “So, how were they actually killed?” “Unknown. Their brains are usually blown out. In one case, a man was decapitated.” I fight a wave of nausea as I flip through the photos. And guilt. Because I should have researched this case deeper myself before I sent Dune. I guess I was too wrapped up in my personal research. “Does the organization actually know what they’re after here, or is it a mystery investigation?” “Unclear.” “Permission to terminate suspect if engaged?”

If the police couldn't believe me then I was ruined, that was my only hope. "It's a thriller story" I mumbled staring blankly at bodies which were lying there because of me. Even if I didn't want to kill them, they were there for me, and I was the ultimate reason for their death. "The main lead kills the people who hurt her and hides dead bodies until she gets caught by her lover..." "Hmm" He inspected the cover. "Interesting! you should take inspiration from the book you read." He smirked. It looked like it was normal for him to kill people. On the other hand, I can't even hurt people with words.

” I chuckled. Good man indeed! I clicked on the article. What is the perfect murder? Some may say that it is in the instances where police investigations lead them to arrest the wrong person and at the end of the day, the case is closed and everyone believes justice has prevailed while the criminal walks away scot free with no suspicion attached to their name. Others might say it is in the many cold cases that have the detectives in a bind. Then some think it is those whom we know committed the crime and yet there is no evidence strong enough to convict them of the crime so they walk free among us, haunting us with their presence and yet we remain helpless.

"You'll hear from your lawyer in a day or two, I'm sure, about wills and life insurance and all that. Technically Jonathan is a homicide, while Nicki is a murder and Veronica suicide, according to your story. But we are still looking into things. So Nicki's next of kin will be notified and all that jazz. As far as the police are concerned, well, I've got a lot of paperwork, and the labs will be busy. You are still a suspect, so you don't need to contribute to this case other than staying out of trouble and staying in town." She could swear he was suggesting she were guilty, and it felt like he was also flirting with her. Something about his eyes seemed to set her at ease.