Murder! Novels & Stories

Her fingers trembled slightly as she swept a cold, mocking gaze over the crowd. "The Memory Decryptor is new, so some data corruption is to be expected. Maybe Wendy altered the memories in her final moments in a bid to drag Roland down with her. After all, she was even capable of killing her own in-laws." Another of Roland's subordinates rushed in, face pale. "Chief Turner! There's been another murder in the south district. The victim was gouged of flesh and had their bones severed. The method is identical to the previous cases." Roland staggered to his feet. When he saw me sitting lifeless in the chair, his entire body shook.

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

Was I trapped inside the car like this? Yes. Did that mean the man could not get in? Yes. Unfortunately, he stroked the window and cackled. "Did you think this was enough to stop me?" He lifted his wrench and prepared to smash the glass. Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the parking lot. It was Teddy, the first murderer. He must have unlocked the entrance gate and come down to the basement to look for me. Any hope I still had drained away. I bit my lip in despair.

“Y-yes, it’s you.” Warren’s hands shook. He could barely hold the mirror. Rebecca stepped forward and held the mirror steady. Jason ran over as well. He was afraid Warren would drop it. “The killer is you! I saw it!” Warren looked like he had seen something terrifying. He kept shaking. Then he pointed at me and shouted. “I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?”

Without a trace of emotion in his voice, he whispered, "I'm not playing around, Miles. I have murder in my mind..." Well... I'm fucked!

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

Meredith stood up, knocking her chair backwards. “You murdered our boy! I won’t let you get away with this!” She shrieked. Before anyone could react, she pulled out a gun. Aiming at Scarlett, she pulled the trigger…

Josh asked with eager interest as he shoveled an enormous forkful of garlic mashed potatoes into his mouth. Hap leaned back and adjusted the waist of his pants. Although he’d removed his gun, he was still wearing his uniform. “We’re still trying to figure out what happened. There were all the signs of a wolf attack.” “If it was wolves, can you really call it a murder?” Josh asked. “Until the case is closed, it’s a killing. The definition of murder is an unlawful killing of a person. Therefore, it’s a murder; whether done by man or beast.”

“Innocent? Ha! He is a Matthews. He's a fucking murderer! He spend the rest of his life behind bars, where he deserves to be!” “NO!!” She cries out, scrambling to her knees. “He's a murderer!” The van leaves, but people appear in the trees, just out of her line of vision. They chant loudly, “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.” The bodies on the groud rise to chant with the rest of the town. “Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.”