Short Murder Mystery Stories Novels & Stories

“Check this out. He documented three nearly identical murders in that same area. 1914, 1951, and 1968. All with the same pattern—slit throats, no signs of entry, houses locked tight. There’s just enough time between them that nobody made the connection—except Anthony. He noted that he was keeping an eye out for a fourth.” She turned the journal toward us. The entries were detailed and clear—maps, names, dates, and disturbing consistencies. “And now here we are,” William said, nodding slowly. “No way one person could’ve pulled off murders that far apart in age,” I noted. “Exactly,” Alexandra agreed. “Alright. I’m in. But we’re not hitting the road tonight, right?” Alexandra gave a small shrug

As I stepped out of the kitchen and made my way to retrieve my car keys, the news ongoing on the TV turned on filled the otherwise bustling air of the café, the words registering in my mind. ‘…A new murder seems to have resurfaced in New York. Locals are advised to stay on guard and be wary of going around at night as Police are still yet to catch the perpetrator. However, the killing style is said to be peculiar and unlike others before. Police are still on the case though…’

Yet I am even willing to lose myself to obtain that girl. At this moment, vivid images of Natasha are flashing in my mind. She hopped here and there, dancing with grace, and then gazed at the bouquet and card with wide-eyed wonder and threw it into the dustbin. Her charm is truly eye-catching. On the other hand, her story seems different, and truly remarkable. She has a lot of talent. Her story proposal was about a dark murder fiction, where a woman is killed, and a lawyer and a police officer handle the case to find the real culprit behind the murder. Her story has only a few episodes, so it would be easy to finish it early.

Alice and her squad were still at the crime scene investigating the homicide that had taken place. They were looking for any possible clues to find the murderer. Right about now she was interrogating the two neighbors if they noticed any unfamiliar occurrences last night. Mr Oscar said he was sleeping soundly last night and didn't hear anything odd in the neighborhood. "Or honey did you hear anything?" Mr Oscar asks his wife and she nods. "I heard screams" Mrs Oscar and Mrs George the second neighbor answered in unison.

It clearly showed Marie walking along the crosswalk when she got hit by a car that ran the red light. The car was clearly speeding. After hitting Marie, the car merely screeched to a stop for a split second before rushing off again. The driver didn't even bother to get out of the car and check on the victim. This proved that Gigi's claims about it being a scam had been nothing but lies. She had slammed right into the innocent victim.

Why do I feel like a piece of meat? "A man broke into the shop while I was there, and we came here so I could give my statement." They both look at Sherri in shock. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What did Jon say?" Melinda asks. "I'm fine. I shot him in the kneecap, and Jon doesn't know yet. I'm going to call him when we sit down. If you could give us the special, I would appreciate it." Sherri says as she leads me to a small corner booth in the back. There aren't many people here, so it's quiet. Once we're seated, I move toward the center of the booth, and she does the same. We're a few inches apart, yet I can feel the heat from her body as though we're touching. Sherri pulls out her phone

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

He has on a white shirt that is completely useless, it is drenched in sweat and is now almost completely see through, displaying his built chest and his abs. Keeping my eyes off him is too difficult, ever since our first time together, the one experience has been the beginning of new things. Fucking in the kitchen, fucking in the car…who knows…maybe fucking in this pool. I sneak my tongue out to lick my lips as I take in our height difference. It is not my first time noticing it but the difference between us two feels like something out of those uncensored comics I have been reading these days. The comics where they end up…

We even drove to the supermarket to get some snacks, but regardless of what we had been through before, they both were either just silent or just argued. In the village of Nuar, things have been hectic. Lately, its inhabitants have been very nervous with the growing wave of sudden disappearances. But Stuart, a private detective, had taken a call from Meredith, his brother’s ex-girlfriend with which he had had a very close intimate relationship... This looked like a horrible horror movie that would end up making us laugh. What else, however, when I turned to my side, I could see how Melanie clung to Frank’s arm, while Frank only took the opportunity to be closer to her.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun