One Arranged Murder Novels & Stories

Lyon scratched his head and said, "I'm just a data clerk, but since this was the first case I recorded when I first started my internship at the bureau, I remember it very clearly." Lyon said awkwardly, "Because no one reported the case, he had no relatives to seek justice for him, and he was a social outcast. At the time, the bureau was cracking down on organized crime, with many major cases piling up, so no one wanted to take on this neglected case, and it was eventually dropped..." Aurora was deeply shocked. It was exactly as her intuition had suggested. Dante didn't die, accidentally, he was murdered. Who was the murderer?

He accused, "How can you act like you're fine after you killed her? She was pregnant. We were about to be a family of three, but you ruined it all, you murderer!" He repeated the same accusation in a hoarse voice like he was in a trance, attracting the attention of a few policemen. Horrified, Marie tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late. Clifford walked past her with the urn and walked into the police department. "Cliff, please don't! I'm scared. I didn't do it on purpose. If you turn us both in, you'll ruin our future!" She jogged over to Clifford, took his arm, and begged him.

However, he was noticed by a security guard, and as a result, he killed the poor man and absorbed his soul and energy, which eventually led to the current scene… With that in mind, Gerald then turned to look at Harold before saying, “Could I have a moment with you, Mr. Lee?” Momentarily surprised by the question, Harold quickly snapped out of it before nodding. Once the two were in a quiet corner, Harold was first to ask, “Did you find anything strange, Mr. Crawford…?” “Indeed. It’ll come off as surprising, but I assure you that the murderer was none other than Tye Lamano, the chairman of the Sun Group” replied Gerald.

She saw a lot of obstacles in every corner, some of them were neatly placed, as if it was new here, while most of them were rusty or broken. Eleonna turned to her left when she heard a faint shout coming from there. It was then followed by an object dropped on the ground. She covered her mouth when she realized it might be a murder. Now this just made everything worse. With a trembling feet, the girl walked faster away from the sound. 🔫 "Looks like player 1 is eliminated, and oh! It's not just that! His team, player 7, killed him herself! What an exciting twist!" the man in red suit announced.

“I’ll be down in a second, Hedy… Try not to eat all the pasta without me.” “Pasta?” I brightened and hurried towards the stairs, pretending to hurry away, but I slowed my gait and focused my hearing as Candido and Allen began to speak. It was easier with my instincts so tuned into Candido’s presence. “There’s been another murder,” Allen said. I heard paper shuffling. “In the Eastern slums.” “… a suspect was caught?” My eyes widened, and I strained to hear more. Was it the same person who attacked headquarters or someone else?

"I heard that wherever you go to the spot where the murder happens, you don't find bodies." "Yes. You are right. Mr. O'Hara's body was the only one we discovered, and that provided me with hints that the perpetrator is very dangerous. He turned his head to study the image. "I'm not sure what you are, but I'll find you," he said.

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

The dangerous one. The one who actually killed Nova.

Steve. Alfred’s murder was a lot different from the past ones. Eye witnesses had it that it was carried out by a young man and wasn’t really followed by anyone. Officer Steve also noted in his report that it was possible that the crime was perpetuated by one of the marshalls present as the escape routes used were only known to them.

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.