Teenage Murder Mystery Books Novels & Stories

"Investment banker. No criminal record. Just a regular guy in the wrong place at the wrong time." Evelyn studied the body, then glanced at the walls of the alley. Deep claw marks gouged into the brick as if something had climbed or leaped away, leaving behind a trail of terror. She didn’t like this. Something wasn’t adding up. They left the crime scene Back at her apartment, Evelyn poured herself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like the chaos in her mind. She spread out every file she had—her father’s old case, the current victims, the same patterns, the same full moons.

Greying hair was cut short on either side of his head and his face was handsome. I hadn’t realised he was handsome before and he didn’t look as old as I was told. There had only been one photo I had seen and they didn’t really look like the same person. Only I knew they were. This was Elio. Crime boss, murderer, future husband if my stupid brother got his way. One deep breath , and then another and my finger curled around the trigger. I was going to kill the man in the hotel room across from me, and when I was done I was going to fucking kill my brother for putting me in this situation to begin with.

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

" 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!"

I bet romance," she smiled sideways. He had a nice smile. Nate wasn't ugly at all, quite the opposite. -And I bet just because I'm a girl you think I like romance. But yes, a little bit. I prefer mystery and horror though. Dark stuff. -I looked at him. Nate was closer now. -Do you like dark things? -He wanted to know, his tone was thick and so manly, it triggered something inside me. His eyes had something in them that left me half-idiotized for a moment. I cleared my throat and came out of my trance, picking up the first book I found. It was thick, blue. It had a rather striking cover. The mysterious death of Max. That was the name of the book. It really caught my attention. -Do you like it

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.