Murdle Novels & Stories

My eyes scan the typed list, my blood running cold as I read. The page is a roster. A list of names, each accompanied by a brief, chilling description. My gaze sweeps across the dozen entries. Wanted for multiple homicides.Known for brutal torture methods.Implicated in disappearances and mass killings. Every single name on that page is a notorious killer, a ghost story whispered in the underbelly of the city’s criminal landscape.

Something metallic rolled across the tiled floor with a clink, coming to rest by my foot. It was a bolt, heavy and cold, wrapped in a neon-pink sticker scrawled with black marker: “Boys who lie deserve punishment and girls who trust them? Worse.” Mordred snatched it up, his face a mask of fury as he scanned the dark street through the shattered window. "Stay down," he growled, one arm still around me, the other reaching for the glove compartment where I knew he kept a knife. He rushed to look outside, but there was no one. Not even a sound of footsteps was heard, it was dead silent. Just the wind whistling through the broken glass like a mocking laugh.

Most of her hair had turned gray, and her eyes looked hollow. The prosecutor charged her with intentional homicide. The evidence was overwhelming. Her lawyer argued that she only intended to teach me a lesson, and she didn't mean to kill anyone. It was a case of mistaken target. The prosecutor stood up and spoke firmly. "She intended to kill an innocent child. That constitutes intentional homicide. A mistaken target does not change the nature of the crime. Moreover, the child she killed was her own son." There were gasps in the courtroom. Esther lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

The chandelier quickly falls on the table containing the cake, first breaking the table completely and then falling on the ground itself. All the guests were already far away when they heard the shouting Smaran while looking in an upward direction. That's why no one got hurt, but due to the breaking of that chandelier, some pieces of glass flies in the air and a piece pierces the arm of Smaran while making it bleed. He doesn't feel much pain. He is only concerned about her at this time.

There was a long silence before Theodore slowly leaned against the table behind him. “Boys, a new Half-Myth at the fringe of the city has been murdered. She was killed by the hunters. The Council has not addressed this yet.” Abel glanced over at Drew to see the boy nod slowly, his eyes betraying intense fear.

I hope he doesn't catch me that easily. "Send them a notice and ask them to give the reasons. If not, cancel their Quota." "Yes Alpha" "Anything else?" Volkan asks sighing to only have Jason reply reluctantly. "Actually yes Alpha. Last night.... 2 mysterious deaths were again reported." "Where?" Volkan asks, his fingers tapping the wooden table above me as he pulls forward his seat. Making his legs to almost reach me and I move back further. Curling myself in a ball. "The mysterious forest"

“Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I heard the voice again that irritated my head for a moment and I suddenly remembered what happened last night. The murder that I witnessed. The killer is exactly the same as me. The scene played in my head like a movie. How the other “me” killed a man inside his own house under the full moon on a silent and cold night. I shook my head because I knew it wasn’t real but my heart beat fast and I got nervous when I saw mud on the floor; The mud or should I say footsteps only going to my bed. I immediately check the footsteps because it is weird that it has footsteps going in but not going out.

Does this woman ever stop drinking? Her eyes danced around my head, like she was measuring my face frame. Alec seeing the emotionless look I had painted across my features, went to approach her. Stepping on a broken glass, Alec caught her attention once again. He smirked and took one step closer. Casually and calmly without flinching she opened a cupboard. What she searched for, took us aback. She reached for a Beretta M9. Loading it, avoiding eye contact with us, she adjusted it on her underwear. The slightest amount of her skin showing in front of Alec made me boil.

Hinata stood there frozen, she couldn't utter a word, as her body was going through a shock. There was blood splattered everywhere and all mike did was smile. Has he been used to this kind of thing, killing people? , all these thoughts kept running inside her head as she stood there frozen.