My Murder Book Novels & Stories

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.

I was hesitant to go down to know what is happening or to continue on my way going to the bus terminal to go home. Eventually, I decided to get off and immediately paid the taxi driver. I approached the commotion when I finally saw it, a bloody corpse in the middle of the crowd is what I saw. What really gave me goosebumps on end was when I finally saw who the student was. It was Kate! Kate was a friend of Samantha who I murdered last month and also a friend of Jen who is now incarcerated for a crime she never really committed. I was astounded that I cannot move. Their circle of friends is unlucky. Two of them died while the other one is convicted or in jail. However, this accident lessens m

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

"Lily… I’m so sorry…" Tears mixed with blood, dripping onto her face. I failed to get you justice. I couldn’t even protect my own child. The Mate Bond, which should have been a warm connection, now felt like a chain of ice, choking me. I stared at the door. He wasn’t coming back. "Ethan Blackwood," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You just killed your own heir." Pain ripped through me, my wolf soul tearing apart. I closed my eyes, my mind searching for the forbidden frequency.

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

Peter shook his head in amazement. “That’s really unexpected. He transplanted his own finger, so there was no rejection. But who would think he had eleven fingers? Whenever he left a fingerprint, he just removed that finger. No wonder the prints never matched.” I quickly brought the comparison report to Rebecca and Louis. “The fifteen-year-old murder case is finally solved. Rebecca, we did it.” After hearing my explanation, Rebecca still looked serious. “But what about the two surgeries the doctor mentioned? Why did he kill my parents in the first place?”

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."

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But who knew within less than a year heÕd be dipping his wick in the townÕs hot new detective. She couldnÕt find fault with either of them, and sheÕd set anybody straight who did. It wasnÕt his fault that his wife was a murdering sod now, was it? And where is it written that he had to mourn her after all she did? Of course, the new lovers were all anyone in town could talk about before the murder happened, but none of them had the nerve to say spit in RileyÕs presence, or heÕd give them hell. The boy always did have a wild streak. ÒWhat brings you two out this way? You catch that jackass, what killed our little Melissa yet?Ó Since neither 0f them had answered Lenore as yet, she thought to as

He wondered what he had done so wrong. He killed his beloved dog for me, kicked out all the dogs he kept, distanced himself from other long-legged beauties, and even married me. I sliced through a bloody steak. I looked at him tied to an electric chair and said coldly, “I love watching my prey die slowly. I’ve been doing it since I killed my first bird at the tender age of three. “Too bad that I don’t have any prey around anymore. I kind of forgot what that felt like. But Dominic, you’ve helped me find that part of myself again.”