Sarah Goode Murder Novels & Stories

"Forgive me if I don't care about your daughter's wedding. At least I let her say her vows and leave in peace." I turned to address the room full of shocked guests. "Sarah Smith and Adrian Smith attempted to murder my mother, Shelby Smith, by sabotaging her vehicle. While she lay in a coma, Adrian stole two million from her accounts. They thought they'd get away with it. They were wrong." I looked back at Sarah. "Enjoy prison. I hope the next fifteen to twenty years give you time to think about what you did." "You're heartless!" Sarah screamed as the officers dragged her toward the door. "You're cruel and vindictive and—"

“May you rest in peace. Thank you for always being there for me. I’m going to live my life in the best way possible.” The words were not dramatic, nor were they emotional. They were simply a promise. I straightened up and looked at the grave one last time before turning away. “Let’s go,” I said calmly. Chase, who had been standing a respectful distance behind me the entire time, nodded and followed as we walked toward the car. Snow crunched softly beneath our shoes with each step. “Mr. Reed,” he said, voice low, and careful. “The prison just called.” “They said Sarah died… from poison. Apparently she suffered for a long time there. Some of the inmates are saying it was punishment from God, s

"I saw you handing Sarah a whole bag of them this morning! I saw it with my eyes! Officers, she tried to murder Sarah! You should arrest her immediately!" On the hospital bed, Sarah struggled to breathe. "Hazel, I can understand you're jealous of my friendship with Dom, and I know you've always secretly made things difficult for me. "But I never thought you'd be bold enough to try to kill me! Officers, you mustn't… let her go. She grew an entire crop of poisonous mushrooms… She's a… murderer…" Her voice grew weaker until finally, she closed her eyes. Dominic licked his lips and rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Officer, I can prove that my wife has wanted Sarah dead for a long time!"

he said and dropped the phone, he went to answer the door, his boys were at the door. “Sir, the girl in hijab has just been murdered by the gang” Pat said, as they stepped into the room. Danny was shocked for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “How did it happen?” he asked. “they shot her after she got down from their vehicle, there was a brown envelope in her hand, so I think they paid her for a job she carried out for them” Pat said, he produced a brown envelope from his pocket and handed it over to Danny.

“I’m sorry, mom. Something happened. Jacob cheated on her and when she found out, she drove out of the house yesterday and he hasn't seen her since then. “That is so terrible. Sarah went through surgery and Jacob was busy cheating. What is wrong with men of this generation? Have you guys reported it to the police? She might be trying to clear her head. “Mum, I'm currently at the Bronx River. Sarah’s car was found here, mom; do you think she jumped into the water? Do you think she is dead? What if she is never found? “Stop thinking negatively, Jane; just pray your friend is safe. Sarah is not suicidal; I don't think she can do so. “We’ll talk later, mom; the cops are approaching me. I ended t

"The truth?" "Sara Montgomery didn't die in an accident. She was murdered." Margaret's voice was matter-of-fact, as if discussing the weather. "By Liam's father, James Hawthorne, because she was about to expose the family's illegal activities to federal investigators. She was an informant, you see. Working with the SEC to build a case against Hawthorne Industries for securities fraud, tax evasion, and various other crimes." The room tilted. "That's—Liam's father killed his fiancée?"

It was a sad day when we had to tell them that we found her body and she wouldn't be coming home again for holidays or summer vacation. The next photo was of her with her throat cut open and her one hand cut off. Her face, different from what her parents gave us. Sarah griffin, only twenty-two years old, her face sunken in, and teeth completely rotten from a couple of years of drug use. I remembered her well. She was the first case I worked on. I remembered all the faces of the victims.

She was calmer and thought about things more rationally than Kentrell and Akbar. “Sage, one of my guards was murdered in what we suspect to be a ritualistic attack.” I directed Zander to hand the members the files which contained the pictorial evidence of the death. Their reactions were unreadable but a gasp emitted from Dorothea’s lips. “We suspect he was poisoned, then branded to send us some sort of message.” I was yet to receive the autopsy report from Emily. The body had been transported to her yesterday and she did say she was going to get back to me.

Damnit, Sarah. Chuck just gives another ‘your funeral’ shrug, and continues, “Your pretty little dudette, however, has got quite the bounty on her head from the head honcho. I wasn’t sure you were the one,” he says to me, “until you mentioned you killed Nick. When I called my contact outside the diner, he confirmed the bounty’s name was Sarah—Sarah Killian, am I right?” “Not pleased to meet you, fuck-clown,” I retort.

“Move away. Do not touch that. This is between me and fate.” Sarah smiled. It was not my smile. It was sharper, sadder and older. “I am not Leah,” she said. Tariq froze. Slowly, fear crept into his eyes. “What did you say?” he whispered. Sarah stepped closer. She held the sword with sure hands. Her voice was steady. “I am Sarah. The mate you murdered. The soul you chained. The first wound you caused.” His face went white. “That’s not possible,” he hissed. “You are dead. Your soul was.....”