The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Novels & Stories

"Cliff, I knew you'd help me!" He angrily threw her onto the ground. "I did this only to repay you for saving my life! I'll transfer five million dollars to your account. From now on, you and I do not owe each other anything. Do not show up in front of me!" Since I was already dead, I did not want to be heartbroken over Clifford. Still, I could not get over the audacity of his actions. I confronted him, "You keep saying you're regretful, so why did you cover up for a murderer and pay her that huge sum? Is your avoidance the 'punishment'?"

This pushy agent with his hungry eyes felt more immediately dangerous than the calm, known monster. John’s expression shut down. He turned his head away, closing his eyes. “I’m tired,” he said, his voice flat and final. “I’ll give a statement later.” ***** The door to Zhedya’s sleek office burst open without a knock. Miller strode in first, a look of undisguised victory on his face, flanked by two uniformed police officers and a stern detective. Miller flashed his badge like a weapon. “Zhedya Hunter. You are under arrest for the murder of Steven Andrew, also known as ‘the Ghost.’”

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

I ignored the first feeling when I was about to enter here, I wanted to know why I was getting it this time. The room looked a mess, like there had been a scuffle in it, and there was a man on the floor holding his bleeding thigh where a shoe heel was stuck through. The idiot was attempting to remove the heel in his thigh. If he did that when there was no form of medical attention available, he would bleed to death in just a few minutes. And he had his back turned to the door which was stupid. The easiest way to die in this business is to be careless, especially with security. But apparently, no one here cared for their safety. Putting a bullet through his head would be so easy. I had alread

Not until I'm safe. Turning a corner, I run down an empty street. The Guild chose this town for one of our safe houses because it's so empty. A mill, its main source of income, closed decades ago. Most of the buildings here are closed up and empty. Which means there are very few humans around. For the first time, I question that choice. If there were more humans around to be witnesses, would the Silver Hunters hesitate to attack me like this? Do they even know how to wipe memories?

Alice immediately found her thoughts funny and absurd. Why would she need a crime board? Yes, she wanted answers and justice for Helena's death, but she was no detective. She was clueless at solving crimes, and Helena's case was not a game she could just barge into. Alice heaved a deep sigh as she stared at the vast mall in front of her. The illuminated place was vibrating with a happy and carefree buzz. Whispers of joy and squeals of laughter were everywhere as kids and teenagers ran around, buying costumes for the nearing Halloween.

There is no shame in this. This particular victim was a girl that he saw shopping at a charmingly modest used bookstore that also doubled as a bakery, and she had exquisite calves. They reminded our killer of his days in junior high, where the girls had trim little calves that lengthened each time they had a growth spurt, and he would stretch his gangly legs out under their chairs so he could be as close to them as possible.

He murdered Luciano, and I was going to make him pay with his head, but first, I had to start with the heads of those he loved. I met his bitch earlier at the mall and on impulse, I footed their shopping bills. She looked shocked, like she had seen a ghost. I couldn’t blame her, she didn’t know me, but Don did. Matter of fact, I happened to be at the same mall they chose to shop at because I had come to get a Cartier wristwatch myself. For once, I decided to do my shopping, rather than have someone do it for me.

I stayed there for a long time, my head resting on the steering wheel, clutching my chest as my heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to break free. Mark had said Jason would come back for the festive season. That is supposed to be tomorrow. Seeing him here now, standing on the same concrete floor as me, felt unexpected and suffocating. It felt like the noose was tightening before I was ready. Finally seeing my murderer again in person changed everything. I knew instantly that the little time he was going to stay here wouldn't be easy for me. Unlike Mark, who was blinded by ego, Jason was very smart. He is instinctual.