Murder On The Orient Express Novels & Stories

His movements falter before he collapses to the ground. Lyndell who catches a glance at the black energy forming from the leader of the assassins, screams in shock the moment the arrows hit Freed. "Freed!!!" she shouts in horror. Raine flinches from Lyndell's screams. She stops firing her bullets as she let Lyndell run toward his husband. Biting her pink lips, she turns to glare at Jiro who is enjoying Lyndell's reaction. Anger is bubbling inside her heart as she grips her gun tightly.

“Because she grounded me. She makes me believe in myself.” I scoffed. “She’s not perfect,” he said quickly. “But… neither am I. I know that doesn’t make sense to you, but—” “Are you aware she murdered my grandfather?” I cut in. He froze. “…Is there proof?” he asked slowly. Rage flared hot and immediate. Ostara stepped in before I could speak. “There’s no physical evidence, but she confessed.” “When?” Valentin asked. “When we were kidnapped by an ex-leader of the Italian mafia.”

CHAPTER TWO Antonio Morano sat at the built-in-bar in his penthouse, gazing out at the city's twinkling landscape. The whiskey in his glass cast a golden glow, mirroring the turmoil brewing within. His mind drifted to the woman he'd seen earlier. Her innocent smile and haunting green eyes like a specter. six years ago, on this very day, his mother's assassination had shattered his world. The memory still seared his mind, his mother's lifeless body, the sound of gunfire, and the face of the culprit.

{DETECTIVE GRANT’S POV} “Detective Grant! There are reports that Sergei was killed by a wild animal. Is that true?” New York Homicide detective Grace O’Reilly opened the doors to Carnegie Hall and knew right away that it was going to be bad. Reporters were 10 deep, and unusually aggressive. “Detective!” They screamed for her repeatedly as she entered, the room filling with flashes. At 40, muscular and hardened, with short black hair and matching eyes, Grace was tough, and used to pushing her way through.

I moved backward. "To continue pretending, my cousin was killed, and the SEER was murdered by one strike of a hard object that would not be used on a werewolf, at first he was strangled by a rope, which did not work out for the murderer so, he tried the strike with a formidable object." I gave a very dry laugh. "Would you keep denying that you don’t know any of these? Or you don’t know that the object you used was formidable?” I was looking at him and I narrated my investigation to him, he was looking lost and speechless, his eyes were fully gazing at me.

Next scene, while Stella was asleep Cindy came out, she was sitting on the chair. Since it's a crowded alley, Cindy moved her chair in front of their door. She saw a man with a gun running to her spot, she was startled that she couldn't move. Then she saw a lot of police officers next to the man, the man stripped with Cindy's foot that's why the man fall to the ground, The gun flipped then Stella kicked it out of his way. Police officers took the suspect, one of them put handcuffs while his hand is in his back waist,

He had become again Edward, perhaps a bit rough about the edges, but the coldness had dropped from his manner; once again he seemed human. ‘‘Liziwe,’’ he said in a low voice, ‘‘There is a case, in East London, that will not wait. That letter you saw- it was from Professor Barland. I must go, at once.’’ He had the grace to look disappointed, though all the while she could see the cogs of his mind beginning to whir in anticipation. ‘‘Oh,’’ she replied, looking away into the murky darkness of the pond. ‘‘What sort of case?’’ She could not keep the dejection from her voice, and a smile twitched at his lips. ‘‘Murder,’’ he replied enthusiastically, his eyes twinkling, ‘‘And a good one, at that: a

"But what actually happened? They're saying the General almost died." I hesitated. I shouldn't tell him. It was a state secret, a blow to my pride, and highly classified. But Oliver was my best friend, the only person in this goddamn palace who didn't look at me with pity or disgust. And honestly, if I didn't get this off my chest, my brain was going to short-circuit. "He was poisoned," I said softly. "The rats injected him with a gold, shimmering venom. It induced an artificial rut."

Most of the people were now focused on her uncle and his wife since the burial was over. She joined Jade over at the spot the latter was waiting for her. Jade handed her the envelope and she was quick to tear it open. “Ma'am, I was right. The old master was murdered in his study. They found out that he had consumed Diclofenac and everyone knows how badly it reacts to his body system. And lastly, handprints and marks were around his neck suggesting that he was strangled to death by someone...” Olivia staggered back as she confirmed everything Jade just said in the sheet of paper she was holding. Her hands shook slightly at the thought of her grandfather's murderer lurking around freely. He or

“Excuse me, Officer. I’m Dominic Sylvester from Manhattan. This car belongs to me. My wife and son are missing. Officer Stanley Reeves from Midtown North Precinct sent me here for an update.” He checked my identity card and let me, Lucien, inside. “I’m Officer Hudson from the Mount Vernon Police Department. We received an update about the crime that took place here earlier. Two people have been murdered using two different weapons. One casualty is identified as your chauffeur, Freddie Smith. We are transferring his body to our forensic department for further investigation.” I gasped with horror as I clutched at my heart and staggered backwards. Freddie was dead! What could have happened?