Riddles Murders Novels & Stories

I scream, but no sound comes. The vision shifts—cops at the scene, calling it a robbery gone wrong. But I see the truth now, my Moon Eyes cutting through the lie. No valuables taken, just papers missing from Dad’s desk. It was a hit, targeted, unsolved. My parents knew something—about the vault, maybe the spirit. I snap back, gasping, tears burning my cheeks. My knife’s in my hand, gripped so tight it hurts. “Murder,” I whisper, heart pounding. “They were killed for this.”

The head council announced. “The first case has to do with the rising issue of the arrival of the army of the dead. And the second….murder. A corpse was found in lake Zesteri, and there's a suspect, but the council has little evidence. Now we’d vote. Signify by raising your hands if you want the murder issue to be addressed first, and you can keep your hands down if you want the army of the dead issue to be addressed first.” The head council stated.

“Twenty thousand in credit card debt. Four thousand from online loans. Last week, you mortgaged the house your parents left you, took out one hundred thousand, and put it all into a speculative gaming assets investment. “And that investment collapsed the day before yesterday. “Overnight, you lost everything and ended up buried in debt.” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Yes, I needed money. But that didn’t mean I killed anyone. “We have reason to believe you planned this murder to secure the ten-thousand-dollar reward and to take revenge on your boss and colleagues. “You know how these escape rooms work. You led them into the trap, then hid yourself in a safe compartment and controll

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

Summers said. “”I’m good too, how’s the weather in London?” Whitefield asked. “Cold, but not as cold as New York, where are you at the moment?” Summers asked. “I’m on my way to dinner, with my wife and daughter, is anything the matter?” Whitefield asked. “Well yeah, Mclean was murdered yesterday, his wife told me today when I went to inspect the paintings, and the sick thing is that he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, Carl I’m becoming more scared and worried”.

Owen smiles patiently, touched that she is so worried about him. “Yes, ma'am.” The sheriff tells her. “The cards.” Liv says suddenly and turns to face the sheriff. “You were talking about them when I woke up.” She recalls. “Yes, we were.” He agrees. “That is something that bothered me. Why there was a card after the first murder and then one more came, but after the other murders there was nothing. Also, the fact that the first murder was overly staged to look as if Owen had done it, but leaving the 'evidence' to incriminate him.” Liv says, almost like she is talking to herself.

Suddenly the lights went out and I quickly fell on the couch and closed my eyes. When the lights came back up everyone dramatically gasped and cried out. “She’s dead!” Grayson screamed. “There’s a murderer in this room!” “No fucking way!” Lee said excitedly. “It’s a murder mystery party!” “Detective Lee, you must solve this!” Lulu said hysterically. Lee quickly opened his envelope that had secrets about everyone here in it. I rose up from the couch. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Lee pointed out. “I’m a ghost,” I responded. “I cannot rest until my murderer is found. Any guesses right now?”

This time, think harder. I went to the main door of the comfort room and peeked through it to check if someone was around. When I confirmed that there was none, I guaranteed myself another three minutes to think. I asked myself the same question again. “If I was the culprit, the person who brutally murdered and stabbed LD and Jieve ten folds of times, where would I hide my murder weapon knowing I only have eleven to thirteen minutes to think it through?” As I looked on the mirror, I finally figured out the answer. “Through the mirror,” I said.

“So the conspiracy theories were true ...” “The only certainty is that the real culprits will never pay,” David said. “How sad,” Mark lamented. “I remember another case without culprits,” Doris intervened, “or unsolved, if you prefer. May I ask if you know anything about that?” Joseph nodded with a slight smile. “There's this business of a mini beauty queen who was murdered one Christmas night when she was six…” Doris began. “Another murder case?” Hansen interrupted. “I don't think you should ask him about things like that.”

Oh granny with the sass "We cant promise that!!" Adrain yelled back as we entered and started laughing hysterically. I love this family. ☆YVONNE☆ You know when Nessa had told me she needed my help on her case I was expecting maybe a case of robbery and not of murder. A murder that we all know is being committed by a Vampire. And I have one suspect that hot assistant of hers . As a fairy I can tell he's from the underworld and I must prove it to Nessa.