The Seven Dials Mystery Novels & Stories

POV: Dalia Wellessley. The air was damp in the stone-walled chamber beneath the manor, thick with mildew and the faint stench of blood. A single lightbulb swung from the ceiling, casting erratic shadows that twitched like ghosts on the walls. Dalia hung by her wrists from iron chains bolted into the ceiling, her arms numb, lips cracked, blood crusted beneath her nose. But it was not the pain that undid her—it was the sound of Aiden’s voice.

I placed my hand over the old letter. “Then this is all you remember?” Maura shook her head. “No.” I waited. “So what else?” The healer looked toward Merryn. “She came back one final time.” Merryn opened her eyes. “When?” “Before she disappeared.” My heart began pounding. “What did she say?” Maura’s voice dropped. “She told me that if anyone ever came asking about the seven, I should tell them I knew nothing.” Merryn froze. “The seven?” Maura nodded.

It was the sound of something heavy, deep inside me, shattering completely. The villa was empty when I got back. I walked into the master suite and stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the open suitcase. Finn's clothes were mixed with mine. On the vanity, two cups stood side by side. Seven years. Our things had long since blended together. I picked out my few belongings, zipped up my suitcase, and dragged it out of the room. At the end of the hallway, two men in black suits approached me. "Ma'am, the boss sent us to escort you."

"Conrad, if I went back to the Summers family, what would you do?" Conrad answered without hesitation. "I'd break up with you, of course. I could never reach your family's level." After hearing that, Quinn pushed down every word of confession she wanted to say and began a seven-year disguise. Running Summers Group was not easy. Every time family matters left her irritated and exhausted, she would return to Eastford. Wherever Conrad was, that was her second home. After so many years together, some things were already carved into her bones. Quinn could not live without Conrad. She could not leave him.

"Where does she work at? Does she still work at that one place?" "Nope, she does not." "Where then?" "I'll tell you if you give me my phone back." Dario held out his free hand. Seven looks over to his friend who's wearing a sly smirk. "I don't believe you." Seven squinted his eyes at the brown haired man. "Seems like a you problem," He remarked. Seven rolls his deep brown eyes and shakes his head. "Fine," He handed over the phone. "Now tell me." "No! You really thought I was going to?"

Damon Bodies hung upside down, bearing a striking resemblance to a butchery. Beside each body was a tag and a picture. From where I stood, I could see each picture perfectly. Each one showed Cassandra standing over the bodies with a crazed smile. Underneath each picture was an inscription: "It was a mistake," written in a shaky handwriting. "What the fuck is this?" Miguel finally managed to ask. "An overindulgence of a madwoman," Alessandro answered as he entered the room. There were a total of seven bodies, signaling seven murders. "Take the pictures. When you're done, we burn it to the ground," I said as I exited the room.

Liam Hendrik The detective division and the first-arriving officers convened in the white-walled conference room to examine the particulars of the infamous "seven" case. This extensive congregation was not usual, but with the already burdensome number of cases we had, we required everyone on the team.

“These people are dangerous. I can’t believe they had my hand poisoned.’ she flinched in agony. ‘I’ve got to run out of here,’ she muttered, surveying the area, putting up with her slow steps to the door. She needed to escape. The entrance unlocked itself, revealing Lyall, Olcan, Cario, Caspian, Jeremy, Griffith and Eyolf, were all smiles. Rieka shivered, taking back some low steps, surprised at THE SEVEN appearing in front of her. “Were you planning on escaping from here?’ Lyall inquired with a smile still on his complexion. They were all here. One of them is missing. She needs to go away from here, she can’t stay here, this is absurd.

Zeppelin covered Diana’s whereabouts by giving Diana a false mission that was tasked to her so that when Darlene asked, Zeppelin would have an answer. The senior maids spread the word that the victim was just a lowly kitchen maid again, and the body was disposed of as soon as possible. After reacting quickly to the situation, Zeppelin frowned and went mad, “F*cking killer!” He called the maid nearby his office, “Any news about what I was looking for? Please tell me good news today.” A senior maid reported, "The detective never came back. The shadow guards could not find anything weird last night either, as once again, they fell asleep once midnight struck."

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun