The Cheshire Murders Novels & Stories

“Did you attempt to frame Ivonne to weaken the Alpha?” “NO!” she screams so loud it echoes. “I came to gather proof of his crimes because he—because—because he murdered my cousin Chelsea! And I thought… I thought if I could expose him… I could make him pay—BUT I NEVER HURT ANYONE!” The crowd erupts again. “Her cousin was that mate—?” “Another Murder?” “Hector truly killed her—?” “That’s not part of the case—” Hector growls so low it rattles my bones. “Chelsea’s death was investigated and closed"

The five of us are convicted. She knew at the back of her mind that they killed Christie. She did not know why. Isa found the pen that Christie so loved. It was a cherry-pink ballpoint with a fur ball at the end. She thought it was too femme. Isa dived her nose into the false fur. Sniffing everything in it, an allergic nightmare. She rubbed it all over her cheeks and felt it like the skin of a pomeranian. Oh, and it had her distinct aroma. Oh, that sweet, sweet aroma. In faith, she is holding Christie’s hand right now.

"She’s alive. But the police are already there and they’ve cordoned off the area." "The police? For what?" Archer swallowed hard, the look of dread in his eyes making my stomach turn. "They’re arresting her, sir. On charges of first-degree murder. They found a body in the room, Mr. Graves. Someone named Chloe Jenkins, I believe. There was blood everywhere, and Ms. Drene...is the prime suspect." The room went silent. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the heavy, ragged sound of my own breath.

None of them stepped forward to greet her. Durrell placed a hand lightly against the middle of her back and guided her forward anyway. The murmur of quiet conversations reduced as they approached. People moved out of the way, making room for them to pass. Some nodded politely while others watched with a curiosity they tried to hide. Theodore Chase's death had not only closed a life, it had unsettled an empire. ******** Near the back of the chapel, where the crowd was thick enough to hide them in plain sight, Detective Chen leaned slightly closer to his partner.

The kind of smile you give when a chess game finally ends, and your opponent has walked straight into the trap you've set from the very first move. "Detective Bell." My voice was calm, almost gentle. "That recording… Doesn't it prove the killer poisoned those four, and then drank his own poison? Doesn't that sound like a guilty man taking himself out? "I don't understand why you all keep looking at me. From start to finish, I never did a thing. Just because Sharon suffered, just because I hated them for it, that makes me guilty? "I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?"

"Lily… I’m so sorry…" Tears mixed with blood, dripping onto her face. I failed to get you justice. I couldn’t even protect my own child. The Mate Bond, which should have been a warm connection, now felt like a chain of ice, choking me. I stared at the door. He wasn’t coming back. "Ethan Blackwood," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You just killed your own heir." Pain ripped through me, my wolf soul tearing apart. I closed my eyes, my mind searching for the forbidden frequency.

The more Chester thought about it, the more intense his desire to murder became. "I was wrong, Mr. Fordham! I-I had no idea Giselle was yours… Please, let me go!" If Phil had known about this, he wouldn't have dared do anything to Giselle. Heck, he would've gone for Emma instead of Giselle! His survival instinct won out over everything else, leaving him incapable of wondering what Chester and Giselle had to do with each other. All he knew was that he didn't want to die! "It looks like you don't need your mouth, either." Chester took off his glasses, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion.

Aaron informed him, watching the group of people gathered trying to see what was going on behind the yellow tape. "This scene seems familiar." Chad suddenly said, drawing Aaron's attention away from the group. "It is?" He asked his partner who didn't respond to the question. Aaron begged God for patience to deal with his frustrating partner. "In LA, there were three murders, all females. The killer specialized in cutting people up like parts to be used in a sacrifice. I actually admired how clean he could be, doing something this delicate and not leaving a single trace of himself.... splendid, isn't it?" Chad turned his light grey eyes to Aaron's baby dark blue eyes. Aaron gave himself a men

Standing, I take in the two men that are watching me with curious looks on their faces and motion toward the woman’s face, which is covered in sores. “Does she look like someone who was coherent when they died?” I push. Letting out a huff of frustration, I head back to the car while Atticus and Anthony finish examining the body before coming to join me. “What now?” Anthony asks when we begin to move. “Wait for another murder?” “Unless Bonnie has managed to find a lizard-shifter,” I sigh. So far, that was the only common denominator among all the murders. It was the same creature that killed them. Aside from that, the only other things connecting them were the notes and the missing organs.

"Yes, they returned around three in the morning. Killian stayed with him at the infirmary, but he sent Romeo back home with the news. Chester was shot." My breath caught in my throat. "Shot?" A wave of memories flooded me, vivid images of my mother's tragic death. The poachers, the gunshot, the blood... My heart pounded in my chest, fear gripping me. Had Chester been attacked by poachers too? Had he been unable to transform due to his injuries, leaving him vulnerable to their attack? The sound of a clanging pan snapped me out of my reverie. I wiped the sweat from my palms, trying to suppress the fear that surged within me.