Short Story Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

I caressed her hair and chuckled, "You know I kick people when I get hurt!" Meggay stared at me blankly but looked away before folding her book and putting the book in my Vanity table. I stared at the book reading 'Who is the traitor?' She was looking at the title in her book before looking at us, "In that book, The classroom consists of 20 people and one of them is the murderer, they have to find the murderer in 20 days or all of them are going to die, they put five suspects gather in the one room, and try to interrogate them, one of them tells that he didn't know what is happening, the second one denies the truth because he was with some of his friends in their dorms, the third one is not

He always gave the illusion of conceding verbally, but mentally, he was running things exactly how he wanted. She sat down on the bed, took a moment to collect her thoughts, and started her twisted tale. "There was this man who lived off odd jobs, but he changed jobs constantly. At one place he worked, a murder happened. The police got involved and found out the killer had a thing for dressing all the women he murdered in wedding gowns. He'd also do something to their eyes—" "Switch it. Tell me the twisted story you two were talking about this afternoon." Rachel had just been getting into the story when Tyler cut her off.

I imagined her soft smooth skin in it and her scent which consisted of lavender with a little bit of vanilla filling up my nostrils and I inhaled in deeply with a moan of pleasure escaping my lips. "Fuck!" I muttered when I realised I was drifting away from what brought me to her room. I searched thoroughly with my hands going after each and every dress but yet I found nothing, bending down with my eyes searching the under bed. I raised the duvet up and rearranged it back to avoid everything looking suspicious, why wasn't I seeing anything that could lead me to the murder mystery? I paced back and forth with my hands running through my hair. It's either I find a clue right here or I'll take

He watched her until she drank the entire glass of water. Later, Clara slipped into the bathroom and spat the pill out, saving it as evidence. Watching the footage, my heart raced. We finally had proof. But the danger wasn’t over. Mr. Reed noticed Clara wasn’t becoming disoriented as usual. He grew suspicious. He picked up his phone and made a call. Seconds later, I saw my coworker Jake answer his phone and hurry outside. I realized instantly: Mr. Reed was using the same trick again. He planned to bring Jake upstairs to stage another “disturbing scene” with Clara.

As Nathaniel said those words my heart started beating wildly. "Have you heard the story about the 'she who cried murder?' " Nathaniel asked. I'm breathing heavily as I look at him in the eyes. "No," I answered casually trying to stay calm. "Well, I'll tell you, it's a story about a girl who killed her own parents, only using a fork. The NBI in that story said that the bodies were chopped. Pretty brutal right?" He looks at me with a smirk on his face.

The big question is, where does an assassin hide something as big as the heart of the moon? The detective was more determined than ever. He starts working the case right away. This was his second time dealing with a murder, which was a lot for an average detective (even in the violent crime field) in his early thirties, and blind. Still, protocol wasn't much different from a donut shop robbery.

Summers said. “”I’m good too, how’s the weather in London?” Whitefield asked. “Cold, but not as cold as New York, where are you at the moment?” Summers asked. “I’m on my way to dinner, with my wife and daughter, is anything the matter?” Whitefield asked. “Well yeah, Mclean was murdered yesterday, his wife told me today when I went to inspect the paintings, and the sick thing is that he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, Carl I’m becoming more scared and worried”.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

she called the address to where she was going to the cab guy. "Get in" the cab guy replied and she hopped in. **** *Shop* Jasper has been briefed on Drake's murder and Anna's disappearance but what he's finding difficult to understand is how do they get a lead to the murderer behind Drake's death and Anna's disappearance. The four of them were now at the gun shop of Jasper's friend. "What's up nigga?" his friend greeted and did a handshake and a brief hug with Jasper. "I'm good man. I'm here to get some babies for my friends" Jasper replies.

His voice quivered as he described the brutal scene that unfolded before his eyes, the man transforming into a monstrous being, his humanity slipping away as easily as a snake shedding its skin. The revelation sent a shiver down my spine, a feeling of dread settling in my gut. I shared a glance with Aiden, his expression mirroring my own. This was no ordinary murder. This was something far more sinister, a creature of the night leaving a trail of death in its wake. The old man's tale ended with the stranger disappearing into thin air as if he had never existed. A chill ran down my spine at the thought. It was as if we were chasing a ghost, a phantom that could vanish without leaving a trace.