One Arranged Murder Novels & Stories

Now a bit embarrassed of the immaturity I've been showing him, I turn to look at him back and finally open the folder that's lying down the table this whole time. "Fine." I said. "I'm sorry." He took out a pen from the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to me. "So this murderer," he began. "His main targets are usually those who live in secluded houses---where neighbors are practically nonexistent." I nodded. "Yeah. And... it says here," I flipped a few more pages. "He's killed five victims so far. No clear signs of motive." It's been a week since Officer Rankin gave me no other choice but to take Clayton Jones as my partner. He and I needed to finish our minor cases last week so we cou

Antonio stood in front of him, expression unreadable, a silent executioner waiting for a confession. “Tell me, Moretti,” Antonio’s voice was eerily calm. “How much have you funneled into Nuovo Ordine?” Moretti swallowed hard. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wrong answer. BANG! A gunshot ripped through Moretti’s kneecap. He screamed, body convulsing from the searing pain. Antonio crouched in front of him, a smirk playing at his lips. “Let’s try this again.” “I—I’m just a middleman!”

Zero-One added. A cold chill ran up my spine...my voice hardened. “Go on.” “Four individuals due to land within the next twelve hours. Irish. Three are mid-level gang members—brothers- known operators. The fourth…” A brief hesitation. “Former second-in-command. Now freelance. Mercenary.” My eyes narrowed. “Names?” “All connected to the O' Conellys and the girl. You’ll receive a dossier with details shortly.” “And you think this is connected.” “We don’t believe in coincidences at this level,” Zero-One said flatly. “Their timing aligns too closely with your situation.”

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

Computers lined the table, and sitting in front of them was Nine and One. “You found us,” Nine’s voiced boomed out. He didn’t even look our way. There must have been cameras outside. Six pointed his gun straight at One, but before he could fire, there was someone beside us, his sights on me. “You didn’t think we wouldn’t be prepared, did you?” One asked, her lips twitched up into her bitch smirk. Six’s jaw clenched. There was only one of the stray we didn’t find, or so it seemed.

Well at least someone was getting some action in bed tonight. So totally not jealous. If only. Con Calma by Daddy Yankee was blasting from the speakers, and most people had left to join the dance floor. He turned his attention to me. "So, the reason why I called you here," Ezra said with a serious face. "What happened?" I felt my stomach-turning. Ezra wouldn't call me if it wasn't important. Ezra leaned in closer, "There's another murder. This one is quite similar to the ones that were orchestrated by Dr. Aaron Shaw."

“Poor thing. She finally made it to sixteen, and still didn’t survive…” Mary raised her head and looked at her. “It’s not Bella,” she said. “It’s Clara.” Ms. Hill froze. The expression on her face shifted from pity to shock, and then to something else. Her voice rose, loud enough for the whole yard to hear. “Clara is dead? Wasn’t it Bella who was supposed to be taken?” No one answered her. She stood there, holding a fur bag. Her mouth moved faster than her thoughts as she muttered, “This… the one who should die didn’t, and the one who shouldn’t did…”

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

Then, the police played a video of me lying in the operating room, capturing the entire call between me, Mom, and the nurse on the day I died. The evidence was concrete, and Mom collapsed on the spot. Felix barely managed to catch her in time. At that moment, another officer whispered something in the lead officer's ear. He took out another photo, compared it carefully to Felix, and said, "Mr. Goodman, you're under suspicion of attempted murder. Please come with us as well." His words sent a shockwave through the crowd. Everyone was baffled, including me. While people had suspected Mom of wrongdoing, no one had expected Felix to be involved in something as serious as murder.

“Their gullible attitude is the only reason we were able to make it this far and become this influential.” He stood as well. “We should thank that Beta if anything. He did the job of killing the first elders, which made things much easier for us,” Orion added. The others nodded. But suddenly a frown crossed Orion’s face. “I hope the ones who committed this recent murder have been taken care of,” he said. The others burst into dark laughter. “Have we ever left loose ends before?” Manuel asked, clearly amused that such a question was even raised. “The only loose end we have right now is that Beta and his group.”