The Book Club Murders Lifetime Novels & Stories

Now everything suddenly makes sense. 'My soul was not transferred to the past. It was transmigrated inside my favorite mystery novel which is titled 'Book of Murder' but not as Detective Alice Potter but as Doreen Garcia. ...the murderer.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

It’s all holographic plastic. At the far left side of the Auditorium was the Literature Club. Not one of them listened intently, scrolling on dark texts on their dimly lit phone. Not one except Mickey. Mickey was on the verge of tears. He knew what he did to Christie. She had to get rid of her. It was for the greater good of the organization. Did he feel guilty? He did not know. But he knew it created tears in him. Christie was too good to him. And he paid her back with spit.

A feeling that this afternoon was different, even though the world gave no signs. Maybe it was because the outside sounds weren’t as loud as usual. Maybe because David hadn’t contacted me. Or maybe because I was starting to truly feel alone, even though the shadows in this room still kept me company. I reached for a book on the table. Opened it, and began reading something I had written a few days ago. About David. Again. David, Daniel, Dr. John, Liam, Mr. Jimmy and his wife, as well as Carlos and other killers, all clearly written in my book. They were all connected. Had one purpose, like an organization.

I stand there for a long moment in a room where my parents’ entire story apparently began, holding the exact object that has shaped so much of what’s happened to my family this past year. Eli watches me quietly, saying nothing. I look down at the book in my hands, at the cracked leather cover, at everything it apparently represents, decades of history, betrayal, blackmail, blood. “This stupid book,” I say finally, “has ruined enough lives. This ends.”

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the answers that will satisfy my curiosity. I was about to turn off my laptop, when a link popped up on my screen. Without any hesitations, I opened it. There were only few words listed on this page. It says that there is an unknown author who wrote a mysterious book which contained everything about death, clock birthmarks, soul mates and ill-fated relationships. I spent time searching for it. The title of the book is Hidden and just like it's name, it was nowhere to be found. My mom and dad also accompanied me to the clinic where Callie used to check up but Dr. Alvidarez was no longer there. Same goes to Dr. Montressor.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

“Yes.” “Wow,” she said in equal measure of awe and horror. This book was a deabru spellbook of sorts. It had caused more than its fair share of havoc on her family. The spell that tore her dad’s soul in two, causing him to live a split existence as twins for hundreds of years came from that book. The spell that killed Balric the Betrayer’s son came from the same book and started a spur of murders through him, Mom, and Ian that took almost a hundred werewolf lives cause of it.

Shaking her head, she opened the message and with each word she read, she felt her breath hitching. ' William Brown-Missing for months now with no body found. Jade Goldsmith-Missing for months now with no body found. Abraham Sanford-Missing for months now with no body found. ' The phone fell down from her hands, as she realized, what he had done to them. He really did killed them. “ So you kept your words and became a killer, Hardin Black...” Whispering to herself, she felt her heart drowning in the pit of her stomach. The realization, that she fell in love with a Killer-a ruthless killer, was enough to keep her awake and afraid for the rest of the night.

Anyways, our night ended at around 11pm and we went to our respective rooms to sleep, after cleaning the living area that was filled with the pizza boxes. The morning came of my day, when I will be officially becoming the assistant to the business tycoon, playboy and handsome and a PERVERT, Mr Richard Matthews. Yup, from now on, it will be me, him and Ms Dawson. No no, scratch that. It will be him and Ms Dawsone making my life a living hell.