Short Murder Mystery Stories Novels & Stories

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Thorne said, scooting even closer so his thigh pressed against mine, warm through our clothes. “How did you die?” It moved quicker this time, gliding smooth under our fingers: M-U-R-D-E-R-E-D.

Detective Harry Macmillan was in an office at Scotland Yard, who had taken an oath herself, to find the murderer of Willemina Winchester; she was analyzing some papers, they were the notes on how the body had been found, with a couple of holes in the neck, some of the funeral service agents and others said with fear; "It must be a vampire", "or some demonic being", those were the rumors that ran through the streets of the city, in the other bodies that had been found the marks were the same, he had his fountain pen between his lips and his nose, he thoughtfully read each one of those notes.

PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER TWO Back in the Muriel’s company, Stefan was celebrating with Mr. Brown the good news. Good news he had been the protagonist from. In less than four months two murders had happened. “I don’t understand, that was too easy for you, right?” Mr. Brow said after reading the headline in the newspaper. Stefan pouring a glass of wine, smiled. “Well, too easy as you said, no, it wasn’t but I can’t say he became in the reason of my sleepless nights.”

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

Chapter 3: Are They Horny All the Time?! The strong scent of musk coming from him almost made Mika dizzy. She was now face to face with Luke's killer abs that can make any girl faint and she was not an exemption. Her face exploded and she quickly stood straight, looking away from his tempting body and clearing her throat. "And do you have a habit of not locking your door? Are locks not working here anymore?" Mika retorted with a scowl. Luke raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow in amusement and let out a deep chuckle that sent a delicious tingle down her spine.

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

The silence of the old mansion was not an absence, but a thing, a velvet shroud that waited for the sun to drain away beyond the horizon. Anya always found the night shift the most intimate, a realm of darkness where day's proprieties opened out into shadow. Her new patient, however, was the secret at the heart of that realm. His file was a masterpiece of careful evasion, but his state was one she'd learned about in illicit medical texts and whispered legend. He was a vampire, and his needs were only just beginning to announce themselves.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, piercing her eardrums, and darkness engulfed her. ------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, across town, Peter had just finished his morning routine and was preparing to leave his opulent mansion. As he stepped out into the driveway, his eyes fell upon a horrifying sight. Sheila's lifeless body lay sprawled on the ground, surrounded by a pool of crimson. His breath caught in his throat, and his mind reeled in shock. Though he hadn't loved her, he never expected her life to be mercilessly snuffed out. Panicking, Peter quickly dialed the emergency services. "Please, send an ambulance immediately! There's been a murder!" he exclaime

Still, because I had become used to the excruciating sensation of vervain, I chose to ignore that it was causing the skin on my hands to burn. I gave him a wink and replied, "That's for me to know and for you to never find out." This infuriates him even further since he quickly grabbed another book and began rereading it. "1775. Kurt Luke, accused of murder, was found dead by the creek. He was ripped to shreds. I've been to many different towns and heard stories about this. People are being murdered without any explanation. There is no evidence to support the case. They call it the Pearl. You never know who the victim is going to be, and you never know how they're going to die. One day, out