Murderino Book Club Novels & Stories

No one was threatening her. When Ruth got home, Mrs. Pronko had left the newspaper by her door. The headline read, "Student Found Dead." Ruth hurried inside, locked the door, and read all about it. A student, just recently suspended, had been found behind the field house, his skull bashed in and the body mutilated. The police, the paper said, had arrested one suspect. The dead man was supposed to have raped the suspect's ex-girlfriend. However, the police had let him go. It seemed that, under questioning, the girlfriend, who wasn't identified, admitted that she had lied in accusing him. She said she thought her new man was making a play for her roommate, and, somehow, if she branded the guy

"The Silver Hunters ... I tried to draw them out of the school. Some of them came after me and Aldine, and we ... we did our best." I catch Marybelle's eye, and I can tell she's thinking the same thing as me. What happened to Aldine? Lee continues. "There were too many of them. We couldn't ..." He closes his eyes, trying to push away a painful memory. "They killed her." A wave of shock and grief washes over me, and I can feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. Aldine was one of us, a member of our group. She was brave and fierce, and she didn't deserve to die like this.

“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.

So scared of what's gonna happen in the next few minutes, but he's boldly planning the assassination of Isabella millers. If noora knew who was behind Bella's life right now, maybe she'd prefer never to have such a bad plan on the girl. Unfortunately, all that remains is a' if ', as it turns out now it will never happen again. And now inevitably he will be held accountable for everything he does to Bella in the presence of a ruthless, mob leader, master Marco vilante. An accounting that would likely claim his own life. "Are you tired of running, miss?"

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.

Had that been the killer? “Are you going to open it?” He turns to face Liv absently, confused at first by her words considering that his mind is still on thoughts of the killer and ideas of how he committed the crime so well. “What?” “The card?” Liv prompts. “Are you going to open it up and read it?” “Oh, um, yeah..” Owen opens up the card and looks at the gold, ornately scripted font. He reads the words aloud. The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom,

I explained. I breathed deeply again, and I started to speak, “The secondary rules stated how to get away with a crime you did. Rule number six; don’t be afraid, the seventh rule is to erase the evidence that will connect you to the crime you did, rule number eight is you must kill the witness before he tells the cops who is the real mastermind of the crime, rule number nine is you must kill your conscience, be masculine enough to hide your crime, and lastly rule number ten is you must plan everything before and after the crime. That is how to be a murderer according to this book, thank you,” I said, so my classmates gave me a round of applause.

“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.”

I should've done to you… what we did to your sister… We should've taken you, then left you… to die out there… just another body in the wild…" Then came my own voice on the recording. "When did I ever use you? You all turned on each other. And after killing them, you tried to kill me, too, right? That cyanide drink was meant for me, wasn't it? "Too bad you grabbed the wrong glass and ended up poisoning yourself. Well, evil has its own way of catching up. What's that got to do with me? I'm just an innocent bystander." And then—silence. The recording cut off. The whole interrogation room went still, as if the air itself froze solid.

Martin asked. I shook my head. He sighed and shook his head before turning his attention back to me. “ There was an incident that happened a couple days ago at a club called New Euphoria.” “ Um, okay.” I said. “ The guy that is coming here, murdered five college students.” He said, and I could feel my body freeze up. “ He removed the heart before he began feeding on them.” Nathan, the pharmacist said as he walked over to me. “ Okay, I heard enough.” I told him, scooting back.