The Book Club Murders Lifetime นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Why was there no evidence at all at the crime scene? “So, the killer made a copy of the key, snuck into the house, and killed three people without leaving a single trace? Plus, he accurately foresaw the time you would arrive and finish everything before you did. He made sure you wouldn’t bump into each other, either.” Jay’s tone held an almost imperceptible hint of mockery. “The data from the autopsy report doesn’t lie. Cynthia clearly died later than the other two, and you had more than enough time to commit the crime. How do you explain that?” Jay was not loud, but his words were like a hammer as they struck me.

"A murder case? Whose murder is it?" "It's a case where Shawn Goff is the victim." Cassian's heart went tense. He looked quite shocked at the same time. Claude's subordinate was the one who had buried Shawn alive. How was it possible for the police to discover his body so soon? Serena replied with a smile, "Officers, you must have gotten it all wrong. Cassian is a law-abiding citizen who sticks to his own lane. How is it possible for him to be involved in a murder case?"

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

“Katherine! No No!” There my angel I guess this is my time. I will forever be on your side. In this lifetime, fate is cruel but we never know in the next life fate will favor us. The last fiber of my being will love you endlessly. I’ll be waiting for you in the next life. Please remember me.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Maybe she just was not meant to be a writer. “Hmm.. you said that you wanted to write a murder mystery..?” “ “Yeah. I thought it would be a bit easier than it actually is. Now I am in over my head.” Liv admits. “Well, you do realize that you are living in a murder mystery right now, right? You are a regular Jessica Fletcher right now, trying to write a book about murder as a murder happened. As you try to solve the murder, draw inspiration. Write about this.” “You wouldn't mind? You told me that you had reporters because they keep running your story and everything. Isn't a book the same thing?”

" The crowd gasped in disbelief at my revelation. Derick was beside himself, his face twisted with fury. "Lies! These are all lies! Lily, you have no proof! Don't spread falsehoods here!" Jasmine's eyes were like daggers as she hissed back at me. "And you! You're the killer who took my son's life, and now you dare to question my honor? I'll call the cops! I'll take this to the press! I'll expose the White family's sins for all to see!" The elders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the scandal unfolding before them.

Ashby’s glass shattered in his hand. “Enough,” he barked. “This isn’t a history lesson. She came uninvited, she walks out now.” “No,” Evelyn said, pulling out the cufflink again and tossing it onto the marble floor. “I came because someone died behind your club with this on their sleeve. You’ve got blood in your walls, Governor—and it’s starting to leak.” Ashby’s smile was thin. “You think anyone out there still cares what you uncover?” “No,” Damian said. “But they’ll care when she burns it all down.”