Novel Suspect Novels & Stories

Jackson was too late; the remote was already in my hand. He stood at the side staring intently at me. "Riley, please." Before he could say anything, I switched on the huge television and continued to switch channels until I had the right one on. "...Police have yet to discover who did the murder but they suspect Multi-Millionaire and psychotic killer Jackson Wolfe to be involved with it. Since the suspect, Jackson has escaped the asylum, it has been discovered that he had an accomplice..." Accomplice. I felt the blood rushed to my ears, and I suspected to look as white as a sheet after getting one shock after the other.

I ask knowing there is more to this, his actions and demeanor indicate there is much more to this. “And I found my mate… Right now she is the main suspect in the theft and murders.” “For fucks sake!” Now it’s me who’s swiping their face roughly. I don’t know what to say to him. “What are you going to do?” “Rhett is handling the investigation as well as the integration with the suspect and we already have Damon going through the security feed, we…” “About your mate Mike! What are you going to do about that?”

"Her family and I had never met, and it would have been awkward for me to attend her wake, because I am dead right and they don't know me. I'm sure they're doubting my existence now that they've learned my name and my connection to Jade, or maybe they are thinking now that I'm the one who brought Jade to her death." "Why would you even think like that?" "It's obvious. Because I am a stranger to them. In addition, I lived with Jade and was the last person spotted with her. If they only knew I was still alive, I'm sure they'd make me the primary suspect; it'll be either Robert or me.The primary suspects are always those closest to the victims." She literally blew my mind with all of the things

Mr Winters answered and then glanced at the police officers, who nodded in approval. "Alright, then, we can get started while my assistant gets your coffee," I answered. After taking our seats, the officers Introduced themselves then we moved on to business. "I don't know if you are informed, but from the autopsy reports, we suspect that your stepmother is the major culprit. Before his death, Christian confided in Mr Winters on his suspicions." The Inspector explained, then pulled out his phone from his jacket to play an old recording of Dad where he explained his suspicion on Miranda, but he didn't have any evidence.

Grayson exhales the smoke, "I need you to answer a few questions. It might help us quicken our progress," Eden looks at him with confusion, and then he looks at Tyler, "Do you... Do you suspect me?" he lifts a brow. "Everyone is a suspect now," Grayson replies, "We received a tip from one of our targets. He said who we're looking for is closer than we think," "So you think it's one of the bodyguards,"

Nothing looked strange on it. “Thank you for cooperating with us. We haven’t managed to find the murderer; and you, mister,” the chief pointed to Victor who stands beside him, “still is a suspect for now. For that, I ask you to please kindly stay inside your room and do not leave this apartment until further announcement. Good Night.” The chief led his and the other officer’s way out of the room and the door immediately closed behind them.

As for Madeline and Duncan, they didn’t even do as little as blink. “Do you have proof?” Duncan bit back, leaving my mouth hanging and my tongue refusing to lift. Some of them started to shake their heads in disappointment. “I thought as much.” My brows furrowed. We have a major lead on a crime, yet this man was hellbent on disproving me. Yes, I don’t have proof. Yet. “Richard is a suspect. It’s not news to us that he’s the reason we’re in this crisis.” I argued back. “I suggest that we arrest him wherever he is. Find who started the rumor, too—”

“Sit down,“ Nikolai yells. “You are not going anywhere until I question you about Ana. Do not dare start this shit now. All of you!” The room falls silent and my heart does a double beat. Nikolai is taking charge. Finally someone is taking charge. Lucas sits down angrily. “Go on,” Nikolai says calmly to Dimitri. “Ok.” Dimitri nods and pulls himself back into concentration mode. “Here are the suspects that we know of. Senator Rice for Revenge for Roman nearly beating his Son to death

This whole thing was a setup, with every step being linked to one another and filled with malice. What were they plotting? If they showed up safe and sound, this would, at most, end up being a prank. I wouldn't be able to explain myself, and my schoolmates and Ms. Watts would see me as a vain and lying freak. But now, my roommates have disappeared. I—a roommate who did not attend the event after booking the tickets and as someone with a history of bad blood with them—had been turned into the prime suspect instantly. I forced myself to calm down. My thoughts raced. I got to my feet slowly, packed up my books, then tottered my way to the dormitory building.

Feeling a little tingle in her nose and some moisture in her eyes, Heather held back the urge to cry as she wouldn’t allow herself to do so in front of others. “Silly girl, you don’t have to thank me for anything. Well, do you have any suspects in mind?” In an instant, he fluidly switched from a benign grandfather to an objective one. “I suspect that it was the Moriartys.” Heather directly expressed her suspicion as she couldn’t think of any other.