My Murder Book Novels & Stories

"In 10 minutes, there will be a fire in your room, controlled and untraceable, and as far as anyone will know, you died in it. "Your belongings have been replicated down to the last detail, the clothes, the watch, the cane, even the perfume on your collar. Your name is where it needs to be. The evidence will hold. Enough to convince anyone, and enough to make him grieve." I let out a slow breath. "Do it. Let's go." Five minutes later, flames engulfed my room. I sat in the back of the sedan, watching everything I'd known burn, and whispered to myself, "Goodbye, Domenico. We will never see each other again."

'inner Bella. Just like Bella, floryin didn't expect to see her again. She was also a witness to the murder committed by pablo against this man named darrel. Then how can a dead person come back to life all of a sudden? "Yes, Bella. I'm darrel! " "Eumh, won't you let me into your apartment? " It was very obvious that she was acting out of the question asked by him who claimed to be called darrel, while floryin himself looked down at the man in front of her with a look.

BELLA The 21-year-old girl from North Carolina, missing for ten months, found dead. Suicide or murder?—the morning headline said. I was tired of hearing Mamma’s sob every time I entered this house. The more I wanted to forget what I had seen, the more I sank. The feeling of guilt seared within me, like a flame that never douted. “I don’t understand why the police are claiming it to be suicide when it isn’t,” Val said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “She goes missing for a year straight. Then, she’s found drowned in a lake.”

But I'm ready for him, I don't care if I die killing him, people like him don't deserve to be alive. The Next day I walked into the school confidently, I didn't look at anyone but I knew their eyes were on. It was twelve PM so I decided to go to the library, when I walked in, there was no one there. I checked for a book called 'hundered ways to kill someone' it was a novel though and I have no idea what it's doing in the library, Emma told me about it. I found the book, I took a seat and opened to the first page, I saw a lot ways but most of them will be difficult.

I ran my fingers over the maroon leather book cover, before turning to the chapter I needed. I will kill Serena and her disgusting mutt mate if it’s the last thing I do.

Cody scolded me as he grabbed my arm. I didn't want to hear anything else except for an explanation, but Cody finally had enough of me. "I did it so I could atone for you!" he roared. "You were the one who booked the plane ticket for Devon! You are the reason he's dead! If I didn't do it, then my parents would never let me marry you!" I immediately stopped crying and turned to look at Luna. "She was the one who booked the ticket! I only handed it to him! How does that make me the reason Devon's dead?"

“Now, tell me. What’s this… Mafia King about?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, “You could just read the book yourself.” I glared. “I could,” he agreed, flipping the book over. “But this is more fun.” I sighed. “It’s about a girl who gets caught in the web of the Mafia world by a Mafia Boss. He’s cold, dangerous, and wouldn't mind to kill whoever crossed his way. But of course, deep down, he has a heart.” Damien arched a brow. “Sounds familiar.”

"I tried drying with iron, but I burned the pages." Who dries a book with an iron? Couldn't he borrow my hair dryer? "My book. Where is it?" "Wait here." He ducked into his room whilst I tried to control my anger. Alina, it was just a book. It didn't matter. You could buy another. You could read it again and paste the notes. But that was my book. Nobody messes with my book. He burnt my book. He murdered my book. He was a murderer. "Your book." I stared at the almost destroyed cover and opened to find dark brown iron marks and spilled coffee marks. "We will go to book shopping."

“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

“So how did you know I almost drowned?” “Because I knew who attempted the murder and was proud of her, except for the past where she couldn’t get it done,” I responded and shrugged, flipping my attention back to my book so I could start reading. “Who is the person?” I side-eyed him, gave him a glare and returned my gaze back to my book. That’s enough answer if he’s smart enough to deduce. “Hey!” I snapped when the book I was reading flew out of my grip and dangled in his.