The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

His sharp instincts, honed as a journalist, told him that someone had been hanging around our house. After checking with security, the surveillance footage revealed a milk delivery man who had been loitering around. Just like many killers, Eugene Walter, the man who murdered me, could not resist returning to the scene of the crime. He wanted to witness my parents’ suffering up close, feeding his sick satisfaction. But his arrogance led to his capture. Eugene showed no sign of fear or regret. He calmly watched as Eddie supported my parents into the interrogation room. Eugene shook the silver cuffs on his wrist and pulled a malicious smile. "Got a cigarette?"

I walk toward the door, my gun pointed straight ahead, ready for him. Just as Mariano steps out in his silk bathrobe, a look of annoyance on his face, he begins to speak. “Who the hell is that...Dante—” I cut him off, my speed a blur. I grab him by the collar, the slick silk twisting in my fist. He stumbles, the surprise on his face quickly replaced by fear. I use the butt of the gun to his head, a sharp, metallic thud, then press the cold barrel against his temple. His guards tense, but they freeze. One wrong move, and their boss is dead. He knows it. I know it.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. What do you want, useless?" "I… I want to see Bella…" "Hahaha, you want to kill her? Looking like that?" But they let me in. Not out of pity. For their own amusement. The dungeons reeked of death. I stumbled to the silver cage and froze. Bella was dead. She was curled in a corner, her body already starting to decay. Her face was twisted in a final, agonizing expression. "She died three weeks ago," a guard mocked from behind me. "Couldn't handle the wolfsbane. Bit her own tongue off in the end."

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

He always carries it with him. Slowly realization dawned upon her. Her hands started to tremble. She understood everything. The murderer was from inside the castle. Always been inside. Always been one of them. Her own blood. Her brother. ‘How could he kill him? His own father?’, she looked imploring at Argus. Tears were streaking silently down her eyes, upon her cheeks onto her lap. Her face was contorted with pain. The death of her father and the betrayal of her brother was too much to handle for her.

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

It was a nightmare anyway he thought about it. I didn't even want to imagine if it was me who died. Impossible. If he had come this far, he could continue to survive. Surely G wouldn't even show up, Hunter even less so. Plus it could always alert them in some way. He wasn't going to let anyone get killed. I would have to be more cunning than usual and try to make the lies come out more natural. Now what? I sighed and covered my face with a pillow. These things shouldn't happen to a writer. If he ever left this life once and for all, he would publish a book: How to Survive the Mafia.

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

* Cromwell came into the living room wearing a pale blue towelling robe and using a matching towel to rub at his hair. “Would you like another drink?” He asked, filling the kettle again. He had used the minute’s solitary time to do a little thinking and he was ready now to talk. “No, thank you.” “So, why have you called the police?” He asked, refilling the kettle. “To tell them how your actions brought about the death of Vasily Kutziyez and how you murdered Coco Caviachi.” Cromwell laughed. “You amuse me, Mr Handful.”

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.