One Arranged Murder Novels & Stories

I raised my eyebrow. "Our best guess is that she is probably related to Jack Morris," "She does know how to cover her tracks; what about the CCTV footage of the hotel?" "It was erased and cleaned, leaving no trace of it." She is quick, knows how to disguise herself, leaves no digital prints, and is a proficient killer. "I want to know everything there is to know about Jack Morris," I ordered.

If it was buried somewhere or hidden, why was the mess in the house still there? If he was killed by humans, they had to be very organized and experienced. The entire scene screamed struggle and confusion...and if it was pulled by ANTI, then they were very sloppy. Needless to say, knowing what happened wasn't half as important as having to see that Kelvin and his family were fine. “Seems like we have hit a dead end, we know nothing.” Mason complained. I wished I could disagree with Mason but he was correct. It feels like we just hit a brick wall that is impregnable and still doesn't have anything behind it. Weird but that was the only way my mind could put it.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

I lamented with a sigh. Noah frowned and retorted, "After everything you've experienced, you still don't believe in the supernatural?" I fell silent. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. When he looked back at me, his expression was somewhat strained. "What's wrong?" I asked, frowning slightly. He chose his words carefully as he said, "After you told me about Ramona, I asked a friend to keep an eye on the cafeteria owner." "And?" "He's dead," Noah said flatly. "Before he died, he claimed to have seen his mother, who used to run the cafeteria years ago."

For once, she didn’t push him away, and when they lay down, the distance between them didn’t come back. Next morning, the phone rang too early. Quinn’s eyes opened instantly, her instincts kicking in before her thoughts could catch up. She reached for her phone, already knowing it wouldn’t be anything good. “Hale.” Mark’s voice came through sharp. “There’s been another murder.” Her grip tightened slightly around the phone. “Location?” she asked. Mark didn’t hesitate. “Your hometown.” Quinn’s gaze shifted toward the window, the quiet street outside suddenly feeling different. “Who's the... victim?” she asked.

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.

I gave her a reassuring smile before walking to the door, opening it just enough to see the officers standing outside. “Isabella Ross,” the taller officer said, his face hard and unreadable. “We have a warrant for your arrest in connection with the murder of Brandon Baxter.” I stared at him, shock tightening around my chest. My stomach churned, and my knees nearly buckled, but I held myself upright. “You’ve got it wrong,” I managed to say. “I didn’t—” The officer lifted a folded piece of paper. “There’s evidence tying you to the crime. We need you to come with us.”

“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.”

Patricia glared at her but smiled at Aurora and Aurora could clearly see the fakeness in the smile. "And if you are confused then let me tell you that the 1st in the line was Laurence who is dead" Mikhail glared at her when she said that while Marona tried not to give away any emotion for which she would have to pay later. "5th in the line, Jackson got murdered a few days back" She smirked. Rafael clenched his jaw knowing that the woman would never change. "And I killed the 6th in the line" Rafael declared and snatched the smirk from her face.