Riddles Murders Novels & Stories

“And all of us must have been directly responsible for something about Christie, more than all of Van Duke. I don’t know the other four of you but I can confirm mine and Dean’s. And I know that you all also know it. “Think about it: six friends were in a room at the very anniversary of a suicide which they were directly responsible for. And one of them, must have been guilty to the point that they would seek justice for what happened, putting matters on their own hands, radically righting a wrong that they were a part of—a grand redemption! “Further deducing the circumstances of that night—a locked door, six guilty people who were alone, and a dead body—, I come to one conclusion, my friends

“Hope that can of Coke isn’t the serial killer, ‘cause you’re squeezin’ it half to death.” I glance down at my tightened knuckles, realizing the metal's crumpling in my grip and I release my clenched fists. I force a weak chuckle, tossing the mangled can aside. “What’s up?” Her smirk fades and she lets out a sigh, as she drops a coin in the vending machine. “There’s been another murder...” My brows shoot up. “Another? Where?” “Under Parkston Bridge. Brutal, this one. It's even worse than the others.”

The both of them stood side by side, looking up at me. Our gazes at each other were very intense, I felt like running away but how do I do it? My heart skipped a beat as I felt cold running down my spine. A scene I forgot flashed through my mind, the murder scene that I forgot. It was them, they stood exactly as they did that night. The images of them vividly appeared in my memory. The man with the baseball bat was Rylan. He killed a man and I saw it. Is that the reason why he married me? To shut my mouth forever? How did he escape the police station? Am I part of their game? Will they also kill me? How did I get into this situation? I need to call the police!!!!

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, her blue eyes flicking toward the chattering customers before she turned back to Ashwin. “You heard, right?” she asked, keeping her voice low. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” Sarah exhaled. “Eleven murders now. The whole town’s on edge.” The more Ashwin listened, the more details emerged, each one more unsettling than the last. “They found them this morning,” someone whispered from a nearby table. “All with their throats cut—wide open, like they never even saw it coming.” “Their eyes were still open,” another voice added, sending a chill down Ashwin’s spine. “Like they died looking at something that terrified them.”

one of the policemen said and showed the warrant of arrest. “Muder of who? Who is Rosalyn smith?” the old Mr. Presley, who just walked in and doesn't know what is going on, asked. Raymond was shocked too. His wife did not only lie and deceive him all these years, she's also a murderer. Richard felt weak in all his body as more tears flowed down his cheeks. So the anonymous person was right. His mother is a murderer.

she argues, lowering her eyes to the floor beneath her feet. Jordan rises up abruptly from the chair. "No. I'll not hide. This murder happened in my territory. We can't keep hiding such things and lying about it. I will get to the bottom of this. I can't keep quiet, Mom. There are many missing already and now one shows up dead." "Missing?" I ask before I could stop myself. Jordan sighs, probably realizing he'd said more than he should have. But I continue, not able to resist. "Oh, was he a werewolf? Do you think it's the work of rogues?"

"Oh my God! another murder?," "Isn't that Mrs Hudsons home?," "I don't understand, who the hell murders an. old defenseless woman?," "Do you think the town is cursed?," "It has to be, how else can you explain what is happening in town?, the murders and mysterious disappearances?" The town folks whispered as sheriff Byod stood at the threshold of the crime scene, taking in the sight before him. The small, modest home in the rural town of Hallow Groove was now the center of a gruesome murder investigation.

' 'Gloria is a murderer. 'Who was murdered?' 'She killed her husband and pups, and guess what? She's absolutely not sorry.'

~Dawn The riddle made no sense as I read it in my mind. Untouchable as unseen, a ghost of something you'll never be. See him once, never twice, and witness something as cold as ice. Trust someone just as bad, you don't want to make him mad. "Is this a warning?" I question. I couldn't see any other explanation for this strange riddle which I had no answer to. Kaden stays silent for awhile longer before he spoke again, letting me process what was on the note. "I want your answer by midnight. Someone will come for it. If you fail to answer the riddle, they will die. If you answer it correctly, they live."