Riddles Murders Novels & Stories

Nobody really wants to be murdered. After Rita’s bloody demise, which was traced to the man who lived two floors under her, Eddie ceased to live. The enormous change it wreaked on his life, the visions he saw behind his eyes when he went to sleep, the sly glances the police gave him as they ceaselessly questioned him down at the station, until the real murderer found, of course . . . This haunted a man. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, do it again. Ever. End of story.

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

Elva said trying to remember where she saw them. " So you've Clearfield that they are your maids?" I asked, looking at her. " Yes, kind of," she said, still trying to remember where she saw them. " So that means the murderer is still in the castle, because this one over here, I mean the one who was stabbed or from scratch because the one on her neck went really deep, deep enough to kill her. Wait, so the murderer is a wolf, but what kind of wolf is he or she, because the person didn't remove their clothes or anything? Just killed them, why? For fun or revenge or warning or…" I was stopped by Elva's annoyed voice.

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.

He seemed to be in high blood. "But I'm not them, sir. And maybe I can solve it. Think of it, that maybe there's a connection between the recent case and the case a year ago. Which Mikey is holding now. And maybe there's only one killer, because the method of killing is the same as before," I said quietly. I was shivering. "But that's a maybe, Miss Chan, and maybe a kind of coincidence." "I don't think so, sir."

-———————————————————— A week after Rico’s death, the police report was released, the headline flashing across newspapers and television screens: **"Detective Rico Morales Found Dead in Apparent Suicide." At the precinct, detectives gathered in somber silence, discussing the details of the report. The forensic team had found a glass laced with poison, Rico’s fingerprints smudged across it, alongside a handwritten suicide note. The note was short but sorrowful, expressing his regret over his failures in solving recent high-profile cases, including those of his friends Jack and Carlos.

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.

“How? Where?” “A run-down motel,” he replied. “My sources say it was obvious….poison. He was murdered.” “Lilith.”The name left Aurora’s mouth instantly, sharp and certain. “She’s tying up loose ends.” “Yeah,” Bobby agreed. “Which means that trail is cold. Dead end. You’re going to need a verbal confession out of her. Do you have the cameras up?” “Yes,” Aurora said. “Everywhere.” “Good,” Bobby said. Then paused. “There’s one more thing.”