The Murder Game Book Novels & Stories

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

Too bad for those girls who gave her bad remarks; she'll know about them soon. Sherly nodded gratefully, falling into step beside Lary as they made their way through the maze-like corridors of the mafia headquarters. If Sherly does not have the blueprint layout of the headquarters, she might be unable to memorize everything. "Wow, Miss Sherly, why don't I feel like you're confused?" Lary asked with confusion and excitement in her eyes. How could she say it? Lary did not know about her being a Scorpio, so how could she tell him that she memorized the blueprint of the building? Even the hidden doors—did she know about them?

"And now, on to the next." The game was far from over, but with Peter out of the picture, Serena knew the pieces were falling exactly where she wanted them. Little did anyone know, she was the true mastermind behind the murder, and she wasn’t about to stop until she had everything she desired.

. Behind me, a man blocked the door. He wore black turtleneck and had thick arms and brass knuckles gleaming like death threats. He didn’t shout “freeze”; he didn’t need to. You don’t need a script when you’ve got perfect murder set up, and the victim had no chances. I dove behind the desk at the last millisecond. The trophies rattled, and the books produced surprised, clattering sound. My heart thumped against my rib cage so loud I thought it might knock the world off its axis.

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.

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.

The radio filled the silence before I could sit too long with my own thoughts. "Three murders were recorded this morning," the news anchor's voice floated through the car. "The corpses were brutally murdered, and there was a letter D scripted on their forehead, consistent with several past murders, which suggests they belong to the same culprit who has been active for years. Based on the state of the bodies, investigators believe they were killed several days before being discovered…"

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."

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.

Rabiya stuck her palms together, as if in a praying position, and said, “We’re not yet sure if it’s really a trap. On some cases, this could only be a message. But in worst case scenarios, this could be a game—like a riddle.” “What the fuck? Game? Riddle?” I laughed. And I was so sorry for doing it. “Laugh all you want, Vhynz. But for serial killers, murder is their game, and police are their playmates.” Samantha looked Rabiya in the eyes. “If that’s the logic, let’s say, if this is really a game, how does the culprit plays it?” Rabiya grinned. Amidst the very serious moment packed within the tightening atmosphere, Rabiya still managed to grin. “It’s obviously simple, dear Samantha. Kill and