Riddles Murders Novels & Stories

Life is a dark comedy. “Okay, at least we know the victim... What else do we know?” Mrs. De Cassel is the widow of a noble French man who died some years ago in an accident. “Accident? Was it an ‘accident’?” Claude was thinking deeply about the possibility of Mr. De Cassel being murdered. “Could it be? In that case, maybe our murderer and his murderer, are the same person?” The idea seemed attractive, but it lacked evidence. And it kept a lot of questions unanswered: “Why did Mrs. De Cassel get poisoned? And why is she not dead?”

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 replied. "I'm with you", Mitali said keeping her hand on her shoulder, and continued, "but how will you find out the truth. Gauri is very smart. She will never tell you the truth", Mitali said. "I know but someone else can tell. Now there is only one way to find out the truth. The day before yesterday at the party, either kill or cure", Niyati replied thinking something and explained the meaning of her point to Mitali.

The paramedics put on an oxygen mask for him and drove away in an ambulance. Death was near; he could feel it but wasn't ready to admit that he had failed to avenge his daughter’s murder, who probably must have been the culprit behind his own. He gathered his thoughts and smiled sadly. He was a cold-blooded killer in the past; it seems Karma had found the route to his doorstep. Rissa felt water drain from her eyes as her eyes scanned the diamond ring that Adrian Grey had proposed to her in front of the world. If her suspicion turned out accurate, Mr Smith was dying thanks to Diane's tricks. Who knew it was going to come to this?

“How did I hide it from you? When I brought her to the hospital, I called you and said our mom was sick. When the surgery failed, I told you that even if she were my mother-in-law and my mom, I had no right to provide an affidavit of non-prosecution. Laura, we’re married. What’s wrong with calling my mother-in-law Mom?” I stared at her in disbelief and continued, “Or did you think the patient was my mother, which was why you… I thought we were husband and wife, one and the same. I never thought that you would actually try to kill my mother… Laura, this isn’t a surgical accident. This is murder.”

I need to ask for help, from Devon maybe even though I am not sure what to say or how to explain it to him. “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” The question keeps on asking in my head while staring at the dead body and thinking what to do and how would I get rid of it because I don’t want to go to jail for the crime that I didn’t commit but I know nobody will believe me because of course, the dead body is in under my bed and that is strong evidence. “No, but’s and no if’s” This is enough to put me in jail.

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!!!!

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

This was the murder of someone, and it was caught on film. And the little girl was Raven. I flipped the photograph over. Scrawled across the back in red ink that could be mistaken for blood was a note. I remember her. Does she remember me?

Vince was the police chief of Steinberg, and he also played a great part in solving the case. The problem was that the case was much too complicated. They had tried everything they could think of, but they hadn't been able to find any clues at all. "Mr. Ballard, do you think that the murderer used some kind of traditional medicine technique to rapidly transform the corpses into dried corpses so that they could avoid the police's pursuit?" Larys asked, staring intently at him.