Murder Mystery Story Novels & Stories

Jiro warned as Raine took a deep breath before grabbing her gun as she reloaded it with her mana. "I know... I will fulfill my mission while taking my revenge on them," Raine spoke darkly as she aims her gun at Lyndell. *Bathump! *Bathump! Lyndell's hands start shaking, and her heart's beating sound is ringing in her ears. Blurry memories seem to keep appearing and disappearing in her mind, making her head throb painfully. Taking a step back, she didn't notice that Raine has already pulled the trigger of her gun and fired straight at her.

“That’s fantastic. I hope it was in my timeframe. It’ll give my project an interesting perspective. Everyone likes murder stories, even academics.” Hamish laughed but accentuated his next words with a wagging finger. “Now remember lad, a single crime, if I’m correct about it, is not the whole show. It might not be relevant, so be careful not to get sidetracked.” “Okay, but I’m intrigued already.” He wondered if Jeremy Trent referred to the lunatic from the 1950s, the murder he already knew about. There probably wouldn’t have been more than one. Might not be worth the bother. Alex closed his notebook and got to his feet. As he put his things back into his case, he noticed Hamish’s quizzical e

It’s been a month before their last cases, and now they are taking a new risky adventure. "I like it when you're like this, adventure is waving Jane!" Austine exclaimed, who was eager to end this series of murders, and finding out who is the murderer was one of the best and fun parts, discovering shreds of evidence and making the murderer pay is satisfying, a job where she is dedicated to doing to help others.

But who knew within less than a year heÕd be dipping his wick in the townÕs hot new detective. She couldnÕt find fault with either of them, and sheÕd set anybody straight who did. It wasnÕt his fault that his wife was a murdering sod now, was it? And where is it written that he had to mourn her after all she did? Of course, the new lovers were all anyone in town could talk about before the murder happened, but none of them had the nerve to say spit in RileyÕs presence, or heÕd give them hell. The boy always did have a wild streak. ÒWhat brings you two out this way? You catch that jackass, what killed our little Melissa yet?Ó Since neither 0f them had answered Lenore as yet, she thought to as

He looked around and Belle wasn't anywhere in sight , he changed his direction and walked towards the TV, picked up the Remote , as he was about to turn of the TV, The programme changed and breaking news came up immediately. *POPULAR BUSINESS TYCOON MR HENRY HARPER AND WIFE MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD OVERNIGHT BY SIOUX FALLS RUTHLESS ANONYMOUS ASSASSIN* Was written boldly in Red italics as the newscaster read it out in a voice over . She explained what had happened and gave details about how they found out about the murder and all . "What ?!, Again?!" He exclaimed and placed his hands on his waist as he watched on in horror.

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.

“We tracked a burner phone used to call in a fake hospital discharge report. GPS led us here. It was Sophie’s number.” Lucien nodded grimly. “Let’s move.” With weapons drawn, the officers moved in formation as they pushed through the rusted doors. The air inside was stale, metallic. A mix of mold, dust, and something darker. As they crept through the hallways, one of the officers raised a hand, signaling movement ahead. A muffled sound. A whimper. They reached a locked room at the far end of a corridor. The officer kicked it open. Lucien stepped inside—

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

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?”

Seeing me with the file in my hand, he lied over the table, staring at me. What do we have here? Do you mind? Of course, that's what I came for. Long story short, the one I am after started with kidnapping and ended up with serial murders. Wow Johnatan, I see you're not kidding. Who's the suspect? A very dangerous woman named Sarah Johnson. The story begins fifteen years ago in the village of Bibury when Sarah killed the mother of my friend, who called on me for help, Mr. Miron Hauser. Miron Hauser? The Miron Hauser?