Novel & Cerita Short Murder Mystery Stories

“After you left, Grahame sent me a text message cancelling the golf because it was raining and before I could reply DI Silver rang me asking me for his help” “What happened?” “Man had been murdered,” I stated, taking a gulp from my drink. “Whereabouts?” “Magnolia Close.” Kimberley put down her glass. “Pretty exclusive setting for a murder, isn’t it?” “Murder has no class distinction, Kimberley. She shook her head. “How was he murdered?” “Shot while standing at his bedroom window,” I said, noticing that I had already demolished most of my pint. “So far none of the neighbours that have been spoken to saw or heard anything.”

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

It’s distressing that I’ve spent enough time with this man to have a “usual.” My mind flashes to all the stories my parents told me about New York murderers to try to keep me from moving all the way out here after college. They pick a random woman off the street, then follow her, and by the time she realizes there’s something wrong, it’s too late.Granted, most of mom’s horror stories were from the 80s. Except there was that one true-crime podcast last year about the elevator murderer.

He was right. After the presentation, Elias invited people to share their stories. The woman beside me went first, voice breaking as she described her daughter's murder three years ago. How the police had ruled it a mugging gone wrong despite the girl being found with her throat torn out in a locked apartment building with no forced entry. "They said it was a dog," she said, tears streaming down her face. "A dog. In a sixth-floor apartment. They thought I was stupid enough to believe that." More stories followed. A man whose brother had been drained of blood and dumped in an alley. A teenager whose girlfriend vanished after accidentally witnessing a pack member shift. A woman whose husband c

’ But two minutes later when the women found themselves trapped in the hotel’s rear corridor, locked in by a fire door that the killer had padlocked shut in advance, Susan wished that she’d taken the risk and put a revolver in her purse. ‘What’s the matter ladies?’ teased Rachel as she slowly strutted up the corridor towards her cowering prey. ‘Don’t you want to work for me any more? Susan told Lucy to get behind her. Then taking off her stiletto heels, she prepared to make her move. ‘Try it bitch!’ snarled the assassin. But before she could even pull the trigger, Susan had thrown the shoes at the ceiling and smashed the fluorescent light. The corridor was completely black. Rachel fired and

Merlina's P.O.V. "The devastating murder of a married couple occurred just two hours before we arrived at the scene at apartment number 210. Neighbors say that they heard a terrifying scream followed by a loud thump. But before they had a chance to inspect the noise the two were already dead and the suspects were no where to be found." The news reporter spoke. I set my plate on the counter next to me before I focused my attention closer to the screen trying to hear every detail.

She would be near family and away from the judging eyes of Glenville, Iowa. She turned her computer off and went to bed. She dreamt she had moved to a new city that had merged all five cities into one with the townsfolk of Glenville following her everywhere pointing and whispering ‘murderer.' She found herself in that room that she tried so hard not to remember. She was surrounded by blood and three dead faceless bodies with gunshots. She heard herself screaming even though she hadn't actually screamed at the time. The blood kept pouring out of the bodies where the gunshots were and began filling the room. The blood was pouring and pouring out, and she watched in horror as the puddle grew un