Murder Mystery Story Novels & Stories

I asked, leaning casually against the counter, my tone dripping with fake innocence. She sighed, her eyes distant as she stirred her coffee. “It’s good. The people are lovely. I just feel horrible about the murder that was broadcasted today.” Ah, now this piqued my interest. A murder? In this quiet little town? I raised an eyebrow. “What murder?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual, but my curiosity was definitely winning out. She looked up at me, her gaze full of that sad, too-knowing expression. "A woman was killed at Crimson Creek," she said quietly.

"Police experts found Mahone's fingerprints in the knife, in the doorknob. I'm not allowed to see her autopsy report, so I can't tell about dental floss. I believe Mahone didn't do this, somebody set him up." I throw the phone on the bed. What am I expecting really? That she didn't die, some miracle happened? But when the murderer stabs her and Mahone finds her all bloody, exactly in that moment the cops walk in and arrest him, that's clearly a setup. I have to know about Martha. Mom would know about her, but I have to wait until she comes home. I clamber off from my bed and reach to the bookshelf. At the meantime, I learn about The Conditorem.

Emma spent the next few days poring over her notes and conducting interviews with local residents, trying to piece together the truth about the animal sightings in the woods. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing. Then, on the fourth day, a local farmer was found brutally murdered on his property. The news sent shockwaves through the small town, and Emma knew that this was the story she had been waiting for. Emma rushed to the scene of the crime, her heart racing with excitement and fear. Police were already on the scene, cordoning off the area and collecting evidence. Emma pushed her way through the crowd of onlookers, her pres

“I’ll be down in a second, Hedy… Try not to eat all the pasta without me.” “Pasta?” I brightened and hurried towards the stairs, pretending to hurry away, but I slowed my gait and focused my hearing as Candido and Allen began to speak. It was easier with my instincts so tuned into Candido’s presence. “There’s been another murder,” Allen said. I heard paper shuffling. “In the Eastern slums.” “… a suspect was caught?” My eyes widened, and I strained to hear more. Was it the same person who attacked headquarters or someone else?

Charlie Brown looked up at the wall clock and saw that the time was thirty minutes past one.she sighed. Sometimes, life at this old place seemed to drag on for hours. She looked around her office and was once again hit with the knowledge that this place told a story of it’s own. There were tales of secrets and lies, hidden crimes and deaths. Innocent victims put through suffering at the hands of the perpetuators who were currently free men and a menace to the city because of the numerous unsolved cases that were now piled up.

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

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

Detective Harry Macmillan was in an office at Scotland Yard, who had taken an oath herself, to find the murderer of Willemina Winchester; she was analyzing some papers, they were the notes on how the body had been found, with a couple of holes in the neck, some of the funeral service agents and others said with fear; "It must be a vampire", "or some demonic being", those were the rumors that ran through the streets of the city, in the other bodies that had been found the marks were the same, he had his fountain pen between his lips and his nose, he thoughtfully read each one of those notes.