One Arranged Murder Novels & Stories

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.

the Rank 3 Evolved One stared at Larry and said coldly. “That's right, I'm the one who killed the men of Zombie Cult." A voice suddenly rang in the ears of the men from Zombie Cult. They were stunned, and they looked in the direction of the voice simultaneously only to notice that a handsome, young man had entered the scene. The Rank 3 Evolved One looked at Lucas coldly. "You're the one who killed our men?" "That's right." Lucas nodded. "That's great! Do you want to know what's going to happen to you?" The Rank 3 Evolved One stared at Lucas.

“There is one key witness... and a piece of conversation footage that is in the final stage of verification. For now, we cannot reveal everything, for the safety of the witness and the smooth continuation of the investigation.” Whispers spread across the room like an electrical current. Cameras spun. Journalists exchanged looks, beginning to guess who the witness was. My eyes met Harry’s. For a brief moment. Fast. But I knew. That was a signal. I was that witness. A young reporter from a local TV station continued, “What exactly is the motive behind the mass murder?” “This murder was not an impulsive act. It was planned. Organized. And orchestrated by people who do not want the world to know

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

“Explain.” “The same person orchestrated both,” Earl said, his voice low. “A subordinate was caught after the wedding and spilled everything–he knew who gave the order. But before he could name the mafia lord behind it… he was killed.” “How? Wasn’t that guy handed over to the authorities?” Jaxon’s voice was sharp. “He was assassinated. A clean shot to the head,” Earl confirmed. “The work of a professional.” Alex’s eyes darkened further. The pieces were coming together– too cleanly, too deliberately. Someone was moving in the shadows, pulling the strings.

“Finally for the past four years… What have I finally done… What is the point of me doing these things… What am I doing this for in the end? I feed the man who killed my brother… In the end, where did I go wrong… At what point…” She sat down on the ground, constantly touching her face with her hands, eyes wide, tears flowing down like a stream falling to the ground before drying until another drop wets it. “Memories… Must remember…” “Aaaaaa…” The secretary raised her face to the sky, shouting loudly. After the evening when Oriana Alice committed the murder. A young man in his twenties came to the front of the house, which was not too luxurious, the gate painted white, and the weeds growing a

he says on the phone. “For the murder of Marilynn Stratton and Orion Snow,” he says, and I freeze. Orion Snow. Was that his name?

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…”