Short Murder Mystery Stories Novels & Stories

Isabella had always known her uncle Tony was trouble, always gambling, taking heavy loans, shady deals, he was always one step away from disaster, but she never thought it would come to this. The men came at midnight, two of them, huge and dressed in black, they kicked the door open, grabbed Tony by the collar, and dragged him out, Isabella screamed, tried to fight, but one of them pointed a gun at her head and said, “Luca Moretti wants his money, your uncle can’t pay, so he’s sending you instead.”

"Even if we do make that call, it'll take time. We might as well let the doctor take a look first. Don't worry. Our doctor is very experienced." Something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Within a few minutes, a middle-aged man in a white coat hurried over with a medical kit. "David, what happened?" David pointed at the child. "Car accident. Check if he can still be saved." 'Check if he can still be saved? Why did that sound so wrong?' The doctor crouched down, lifted the child's eyelids, and felt for his carotid pulse. The entire process took less than thirty seconds.

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

"The document is for you. Sign it, and I'll spare your life. If you refuse, you'll both go over the edge." Conner remained on his knees, water still dripping all over his body. Floyd continued, "The rules are simple. Both of you will cross at the same time. The walkway is only about a foot wide, and it can't fit two people side by side. Whoever reaches the end first gets what they need. As for the other one…" He didn't finish his sentence, but his chilling murderous intent said it all. The moment Anisa heard "hemostatic medicine", a frantic will to survive flared in her gaze. She actually managed to pull herself up and drag her bleeding body toward the glass walkway step by step.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

What if Derek finds out and kills me? I looked at the vast, empty penthouse; the furniture he chose, the life he dictated and the fear turned back into a sharp, jagged edge of spite. I guessed this was it then. But at exactly 8 PM, I heard a knock. I opened the door, and the air seemed to vanish from my lungs. Brent, Arden and Elden stood there, a wall of identical masculine perfection, each distinguished only by the energy they projected. Brent stepped in first. He was the anchor. He pulled me into a gentle hug, but it wasn't a comfort—it was a claim. His arms were heavy, his scent of cedar and expensive leather filling my senses.