The Murder Inc Story Novels & Stories

Her vision went white, her knees buckled, and the ground rushed up fast enough to steal all the air in her lungs. “What the...” Scarlet gasped, choking on pain. Heavy boots thundered behind her, and a cold voice barked, “Scarlet, you are under arrest for the murder of your fellow student.” Mira shrieked. “WHAT?!” Scarlet was struggling just to breathe. Murder? Murder. The word stabbed into her brain like a blade. Her wolf, snarled inside her skull. “Murder? This is bullshit! Get up...Scarlet GET UP!”

Broadcasting live was the incident of the previous night; The pole dancer who was murdered under mysterious circumstances. "The news industry has been stunned by murder news this morning. The incident is said to have occurred last night at one of the famous clubs in the city at around 9 p.m. The victim was found half naked in one of their private rooms, with a hole dug into her chest and what seemed to be a snake bite on her neck. The identity of the victim is yet to be disclosed; however, the police said they picked an image from the club's CCTV to find the mystery person who had committed this crime," Announced the reporter.

—she looks around as if making sure that no one saw her— I am an accomplice to a murder. "Shhh," I shut her up, these walls had ears, "I know." It's hard to figure out without clues. The waitress arrives with the breakfasts so we start eating. —There is nothing that leads us to know what happened. It's obvious it was wolves but why don't they want it to be known? Why incinerate them to leave no trace? That keeps me sleepless.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

The symbolism was impossible to ignore. "This is already the third incident," Micah said, his face pale. "What the hell is the killer trying to do?" "I think it's pretty obvious," Rita said quietly. "Every single one of them was involved in that food delivery incident." She glanced at me. "Jeremiah, are you sure you don't know what's going on?" I shook my head, but inside, that twisted rush of satisfaction surged again. John was dead. The guy who said I deserved what I got was dead, and he died in a way that matched his sin perfectly.

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”

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."

“No way you’re just some girl with a sad story. Where’s the one who melted steel in my hand? Where’s that creature?” My lips parted, but no words came. “I know she’s in there.” His breath brushed my ear, low and lethal. “So either you start talking, or I test how deep I can cut before you stop breathing.” The knife shifted, steel cold, the edge biting against my skin. “What exactly do you want to know?” He didn't reply. I tsked. I tried to push against him once more but that was useless. I let out a shaky breath. “The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.”

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

The force on my back suddenly lessened, and the officer at the front stared at me with a severe expression. “Do you have a medical history of mental illness?” I casually nodded. “Don’t you know that? I thought everyone in the world knew that I was sick in the head.” When the officer saw my demeanor, he clenched his fists and gasped. His fists eventually collided with the firm wall after they brushed my cheek. I was a bit curious. “I killed them, but why does that make you so angry?” The officer shivered at my words. “Mia Schmidt, you are now a suspect in the murder of your parents and sister. We are now arresting you in accordance with the law.