One Arranged Murder Novels & Stories

As if the man himself understands my thoughts, he shoots me a glare of warning, but I remain impassive. "Zane," the officer continues, looking from me to my father. "There was a murder last night, and you were the only person not present at the time it happened." At his words, I feel something shift in me, causing my confusion to slowly turn to panic. "Murder? And who exactly was the one that was murdered?" I find myself hoping that it wasn't the person I thought it was as the officer continues to stare me down. "Trent Dupris." Immediately, the world around me seems to come crashing down just by a simple name.

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.

Of course, when sons betray their fathers, they die not from the stab of a knife but from the horror of betrayal. ‘ Who could have done something so heinous like this?’, she cried in anger. Her eyes blazed fire and her hair was flying everywhere. ‘ Who saw it first?’ A girl came forward from the crowd of servants and people. She was shivering in fear. ‘ When I came to arrange the dishes of food and to call out our guests, I saw him lying here already dead. I cried in fear’. No one had seen the murderer. None but Argus knew what had happened. He knelt down beside Selene and took hold of her. She buried her head on his chest and broke down into a rush of fresh tears.

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!”

“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.

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.