Murder Stories 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.

She had planned everything so carefully. She just hadn't planned for the fact that she still loved these people. The media and even the mass always looked for ‘interesting’ stories. It didn't matter if the person was alive or dead. And now she just happened to give them the best set of stories. First the murder case and now bribery. And the culprits just happened to be the only family Victor left behind. She couldn't sit there and listen to discussion without feeling guilty. “Since you both are here, I should leave now.”

"Millie, what are you going to do?" "They want a story about a family curse? About a vindictive heiress dragging down her successful boyfriend?" I looked at her, letting her see the resolve. "I'll give them a different story. One about a mother protecting her child from a kidnapper. About a daughter uncovering her own mother's murder. About justice, not drama." "But Braham…"

"Then who is it?" "We're still working on that." Captain Colson flipped to the next photo. "This is from the night Fred died. Same figure, around the same time." "What about when John was killed?" "There's no footage for that because he died at home. But we did find something else." Captain Colson produced a report. "The murder weapons in all three cases were different, but there's still one thing in common—the killer knew each victim's daily habits extremely well." "What does that mean?"

“How did I hide it from you? When I brought her to the hospital, I called you and said our mom was sick. When the surgery failed, I told you that even if she were my mother-in-law and my mom, I had no right to provide an affidavit of non-prosecution. Laura, we’re married. What’s wrong with calling my mother-in-law Mom?” I stared at her in disbelief and continued, “Or did you think the patient was my mother, which was why you… I thought we were husband and wife, one and the same. I never thought that you would actually try to kill my mother… Laura, this isn’t a surgical accident. This is murder.”

He had been living inside Valentina's lies for longer than he could fathom. All this time, he'd believed he had taken advantage of her while drunk. That guilt alone had been enough to make him bend over backwards for her, excuse after excuse, favor after favor. He had even sacrificed his own child with me for the sake of a baby whose parentage he'd never once thought to question. The fury that flooded through him drowned out every other thought. He didn't hesitate. He killed Valentina with his own hands. The weight of it all finally broke him. Domenico's last thread of composure snapped, and he collapsed where he stood.

“I’ve been in problems my entire life.” And for the first time, she saw it. Not the billionaire. Not the powerful man. But someone is hunted by unseen forces. That night, Maria couldn’t sleep. She thinks of his eyes. Of the tension in his voice. Of the way anger seemed to cover something far more fragile. The morning was not a funny one; it came with striking news Billionaire CEO accused of a closed murder Her phone rang nonstop. Messages. Missed calls. Whispers that travel through the air like poison.

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

"What do you see here, Kwang-soo?" "Random?" He scratches his head. "The murders started in 2009. They ended in 2016 when Baek Han Sol was arrested. It’s thirty-eight murders in ten years if we count your parents." Ahn Hana takes away the pictures of her parents' corpse and Noe Kyung-Hee. She rearranges the pictures. "Seven years. Thirty-Six murders. Nineteen of them are related to the people who were involved in the big cases that I won in the past. They were killed on the hundredth day anniversary of the day I won a case. These nineteen cases are important because I saved the guilty ones. The other victims are related to those who have wronged me or hurt me in some way. The truck driver's

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.