Murder Novels & Stories

He was so fucking hot, as he walked in his normal prowling manner, his left hand in his cargo shorts pocket, and his right hand holding the small cup of liquor, As he gulped it at once, Valerie was lost in her indecent stares, She mood swing from petrification to body admiration made her guilty. "Breaking news, The Mafia Lord Derek was murdered brutally by an anonymous sniper, Earlier today the notorious serial killer, mafia lord, drug dealer, kidnapper, pedophile, rapist and rogue Lord Derek was murdered right in his private mansion by an unknown gunman, and the images getting to us...." The news caster was saying and Valerie w

People scolded the police department at the injustice while some questioned whether or not the murderer had an influential background . But those comments didn't caught my interest what caught my attention was the comment that was at the bottom of the screen that read - ' Hit and run ? a body does not get that mutilated in a hit and run case , its clearly murder. I am ready to bet that the murderer must have been stalking the poor girl for days before they took action , a rainy day , no pedestrian in sight , Mila returning home alone and bam !' 'Stalking ' My spine straightened up involuntarily at

Why would she? Am I seriously asking these ridiculous questions? Anyone can murder, as long as they have the intent to. It always doesn’t have to be a burly man with tattoos, or a psychopathic lunatic. It can be anyone, a doctor, a scientist, a politician, a commoner, even a geek. There is no end to the kinds of people that can murder. So did she really kill Jos? My phone buzzes again, and quietly I pick it up, placing it front of my ears. Without greeting, the person starts talking.

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."

Haunted. "It's done," he says quietly, closing the door behind him. "The mob is dispersed. For now." "And tomorrow?" "Tomorrow the investigation begins." He moves to where Kael sleeps, looking down at our son with an expression I can't read. "The elders selected a committee. They'll start questioning witnesses. Looking for evidence." "Evidence against Kael." "Evidence of what killed Alpha Theron." He corrects carefully. "Whether that leads to Kael or not remains to be seen."

I was wanted for murder. How?

MALACHI By dawn, the grim reality of the night’s events began to surface. Reports of multiple murders trickled in, each more gruesome than the last. The police had already cordoned off the crime scenes, but the details leaked out: the killings were the work of a single, methodical individual. Each victim had been mutilated, their hearts surgically removed and their bodies mangled, with several key bones missing from the skeletal remains. The motive was a void, and the selection of homes seemed entirely random, scattered across the territory with no discernible pattern.

I firmed my grip around her waist and I placed my other hand on the back of her head. We stayed like that for more than ten minutes. Once she was fully relaxed and calm, I pushed her a little away just so that I could see her beautiful jade eyes. They were still a bit red. As she fixed her running mascara, she broke the hug. She took two steps back locking eyes again with the dead man. Examining the space she noticed the gun on the floor. She went and picked it up. I looked at her, observing silently. She armed and pointed at the dead man. Her finger on the trigger, while her gaze was on me. Her eyes were saying something to me. They were trying to figure out whether I would see her differen

” 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.

He wouldn't stop at me interfering, so I just stand there flinching. As every whip hits his back. A tear falling down my eyes seeing his condition. "I am a murderer! I killed her....I killed my Thora...I killed her." He continues his madness , untill he literally staggers. Having lost too much blood. Swaying, unable to stand. I move forward to help...to be only stopped by his hand. As he leans back on the wall. Breathing heavily. "No... please...no...I deserve it..." "I...killed her...."