The Comic Book Murder Novels & Stories

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.

I already suspected there was a mole, but I hadn’t expected them to be so bold as to do it in Rafa's territory. Pascal coughed, trying to shift under me. “I did you a favor by telling you,” he hissed. “Not that it matters anyway, you are always too slow.” He pushed me off and tried to reach for the gun again, but I was faster. One last deep stab to his neck. His body jerked once, then went completely still. Blood pooled on the concrete as his eyes dulled. I stayed kneeling there, breathing hard, my own blood running down my side.

The sound of snickering came from his nose. Matt stood up straight and looked at Carter. “Did you and Jesse knock this man’s teeth out?” he asked with annoyance. Carter was taken aback by the question. “No, sir.” Matt patted Carter on the shoulder. “Take it easy, son. It’s just a little cop humor. I know you followed the book.” “Oh,” Carter said. Matt walked Carter away from the cruiser so the murderer couldn’t listen to their conversation. “All right, Carter. I want you to take him down to the station and book him. Run his mug shot through the database, see if we get a hit.”

You could have more than one copy. What does this man want to say? "So, because I'm in a giving mood today, I'll make you a deal." He continues. I laugh. "A deal? What's the deal?" "Well, I saved your life, for one thing. That means you have to pay me now." When he says it, my eyes get big. "I have nothing to pay you!" I snap. "What do you mean you didn't kill me?" "I could have killed you right away, but I didn't. Unless you're really ready to die." He says mockingly.

The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands. After all, the subconscious cannot lie. Countless reporters waited outside, their cameras rolling, ready to broadcast the historic moment. [The truth is finally coming out! Can't wait!] [How does a coma patient kill someone? Is she actually psychic?] [Could she be a metahuman? Like, with some kind of unknown superpower?] [Everyone, stop guessing. She's about to confess everything herself!] Dr. Sterling expertly steered our conversation into a deep, probing exchange.

The room smelled of stale coffee and the fresh scent of the lavender resting in a vase on the desk. It was an erratic, pulsing anchor. Jessica sat hunched over the mahogany surface, her hands steady despite the frantic tremor in her chest. Before her lay the parchment, partially stolen document, a relic of a different life. It had been passed to her by a man from her former assassin group, a ghost from a past she had spent years trying to bury. He had been a mentor of sorts, the only one who hadn't tried to kill her when she walked away.

Arthur stated firmly. Bob summoned the courage to speak, even though the traces of fear were still etched on his face. "Excuse me, Sir, I would like to report our findings." "Go ahead," Arthur replied. "The entire series of murders isn't the work of a psychopath as we previously suspected. All of this was done by vampires, Sir!" Bob said. "Hmm, what is your name?" Arthur didn't laugh or even look surprised. He listened to Bob’s statement with an incredibly serious expression.

My house is… messy…’ Around Arnold's body, various furniture that filled Arnold's apartment were scattered. The perpetrator wanted to make the scene just robbed and killed by the robbers. He knew exactly that was not the answer. The culprit wanted to disguise their acts as robbery, not murder. There was nothing precious in Arnold's apartment apart from a bookshelf containing a collection of comics and underdog novels, as well as a flat-screen TV. His teeth were grinding. His hand moved slowly, touching Arnold's cheek. Cold. He could feel the sensation.

she called the address to where she was going to the cab guy. "Get in" the cab guy replied and she hopped in. **** *Shop* Jasper has been briefed on Drake's murder and Anna's disappearance but what he's finding difficult to understand is how do they get a lead to the murderer behind Drake's death and Anna's disappearance. The four of them were now at the gun shop of Jasper's friend. "What's up nigga?" his friend greeted and did a handshake and a brief hug with Jasper. "I'm good man. I'm here to get some babies for my friends" Jasper replies.

“I don’t want blood on my hands. Not like this.” There was a pause on the other end, and for a moment, I wondered if I had crossed a line. “Logan, sometimes justice needs a helping hand,” he said. “This is how the underworld works, and you should know that by now. And besides, that mobster is out for blood. This is no petty crime; his daughter, his only child, was brutally murdered in cold blood.” I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “No, Hartman,” I said. “There has to be another way. You promised that no one would get hurt. I’m not stooping to that level anymore.”