Novel & Cerita One Arranged Murder

“When.” The answer hit hard enough to twist his mouth. “Understood.” He killed the call. “Murder,” Ellan said. The word landed flat, heavy. “Another body. Same pattern. North edge of the Valley.” Cordone swore under his breath, pushing up to his feet. I shoved off the wall. “Then deal with it.” Ellan slid his phone back into his pocket, slow, deliberate, calm as ever. “We are. I’m calling Haden.”

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

“It's fine. I'm alright, we're going to scale through, it's what we're known for.” “I think he was murdered, Orion.” At that moment, the world seemed to come to a standstill. She wasn't the first person that had said it. Had my father been murdered? And if yes, by whom?

The young man looked into the distance as he recounted. "Those people went by the following names: Gary Chance, Fez Sullard, Cody Wentz, and Kevin Jenkins. All four of them committed a murder, but no one else knew about it. Gary was the most evil out of the four of them. One day, while Gary was selling his mirrors in Grindstone Town, he met and fell for the wife of Walter Colt, an antique dealer.

She’s yelling at me, blaming me for everything. "She wants to kill him!" she shouts, her words full of venom. "She’s just after his money, his property! She’s not responsible for what happened!" Before I can react, Mr. Grey is there, his voice a sharp command that cuts through the chaos. "Get a grip and shut your mouth!" he roars, his voice filled with authority. Mrs. Russel stumbles back, tears streaming down her face as she retreats to the far corner of the room, her accusations still hanging in the air. Mr. Grey sighs deeply, rubbing his face before turning back to us, his expression weary. "Sorry about her," he mutters. "She’s… not right in the head."

Raven’s Peak isn’t a place a rumor of this magnitude would remain a rumor for long. I cleared my throat, the sound echoing through the chamber. "There has been a murder amongst us, the pack’s Omega, Manny tragically happens to be the victim" I announced. I could hear murmuring amongst the Pack. I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. A brief silence hovered over the Moon Room and I could see a glimpse of unity among the Pack. “We don’t know who committed this crime and why, but what we know is he was murdered by a werewolf, it is yet to be known if the wolf is from our pack or not” I added.

The next morning Rose was in a rush to finish her daily chores before opening the bakery, after that she has an appointment with Alex, that’s why she couldn’t able to pay attention to the early morning news which was traveling in a whole city like a wildfire. Alex was also in his beautiful world of preparation for the next date, and couldn’t able to catch up with the latest news. ‘This is the third murder by Red Rose. It’s so pathetic that a criminal killed a police officer.’

"It was premeditated murder, wasn't it?" "Yes, it was premeditated murder," said Noel, interrupting Hendrick who was about to answer. The lanky man held out a folder, making Elden accept it quickly. "You can read in there, I've summarized all the cases that happened in the past few weeks. Everything is interconnected." Elden looked at the first page of the journal thoughtfully. There was a photo of Alicia and her profile there. Elden's brow furrowed, he then looked at Nicholas with a look that Nicholas did not understand.

MALACHI By dawn, the grim reality of the night’s events began to surface. Reports of multiple murders trickled in, each more gruesome than the last. The police had already cordoned off the crime scenes, but the details leaked out: the killings were the work of a single, methodical individual. Each victim had been mutilated, their hearts surgically removed and their bodies mangled, with several key bones missing from the skeletal remains. The motive was a void, and the selection of homes seemed entirely random, scattered across the territory with no discernible pattern.

It read: "At about noon yesterday, Emily and Tony, the song writing duo recently embroiled in controversy over the use of their award winning song by Isabella and Isaiah Morov were found dead in Tony's apartment. It is believed that the murdered gained access to the apartment at about 3 o clock after which he brutally murdered the two songwriters. There was no evidence of a weapon being used. As at this time, there is no suspect but law enforcement agents are currently working on solving the face. If was also found that a neighbor of Tony's had also been murdered in her apartment. Officers are unsure if there two incidents are related." "I-I can't believe this," I whispered. A feeling of dre