The Thursday Murders Club Novels & Stories

Once the security guards came over, she quickly broke free of Zachary's grasp and hid behind them. "Calm down, Zach. I really didn't know it was her. I was too panicked to see who she was." The passersby at the courthouse entrance saw the frightened Gigi hiding behind the security guards and the shaken Zachary who looked like he was drowning in regret. They were all curious to know what happened. Before I could speak, John angrily filled them in. Everyone was stupefied when they heard that Zachary had defended his first love and gotten her acquitted of all charges when she had killed his mother.

“You’ve been reading too many conspiracy blogs, detective. I was there for the drinks. Maybe a little blackjack.” Mason didn’t break eye contact. “And the dead man in the alley behind the club? Also blackjack?” The smirk faltered for a split second Mason caught it. He tapped the file on the table, letting the papers shift just enough for a crime-scene photo to peek through. “You think I came in here blind? We’ve got witnesses. We’ve got the security footage. The mayor’s name isn’t on anything yet. But you? You’re already halfway to a prison cell with no windows.”

Agatha was with Mickey, staying past dismissal to clean PERSEPHONE-11 while Isa took a nap in the corner. At 6:31, no visible sunlight in the sky remained aside from the faded twinkle of the stars and the occasional blink of flight-crafts. The Midnight Club made a rendezvous on the 7-11 a block away from Van Duke. Dean was there first, carrying a knapsack that contained two bottles of pink gin and a stack of disposable cups. Gwyneth came five minutes after, then Mickey, then Isaac, then Agatha, and Isa. “Yes, we’re fucking rulebreakers that’s what we are,” Dean laughed.

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

“It’s not considered an evil club, but they get involved in some unusual things and it’s quite strange. The club has never interacted with us, so why would they come looking for you, Sergeant Larson?” Upon hearing Joe’s explanation, Zayn began to understand the Medusa Dames better. He shook his head and said, “I don’t know why either.” Zayn paused for a moment before asking, “Cyrene mentioned big four clubs. What are they?” Zayn looked at Joe so he would not miss his expression. If the Medusa Dames existed, the big four clubs Cyrene mentioned must also have been real. Moreover, these clubs were not as simple as they seemed.

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

Kellan Faust was the one who had organized this bachelor party. He had invited four of us: me and three of my good friends. When I arrived, I found three people dead. Their twisted corpses were laid out within the room. Kellan was the reason that this event came about in the first place. His eyes were wide open. He was lying by the television and gazing vacantly at the ceiling. Lysette Thomas was slumped on the couch directly opposite the door. Her pretty face was bloodless.

The entire East wing of the club is fucking cursed. I put my keys in my pocket and take a few steps before I realise I've just stepped into a gunfight scene. I see Amar and his muscle in front of MY club, when I take a closer look I see Amar clutching his abdomen with blood pooling around his hands. I shift my focus to my right, Mals standing behind the lady detective, crying, her hands stained with blood. I see Lisa glaring at me with a 'You dumb son-of-a-bitch' expression on her face. I glare back with a, 'How the fuck was I suppose to know' look on mine. I mean shit, I just stepped out of my car and It's not like it's an everyday occurrence that people will start shooting each other in fr

He got calls from producers and editors at least twice a week. Everyone wanted to use the motel to film the ten year reunion of the only surviving victims of the 'motel muderers' as the news had taken to calling them. That is how 'murder motel' had come about and stuck. They wanted Lacey, Andy and the kids show up and talk about what happened. They were hoping that Lacey and Andy would blame Owen, with sparks flying on national television. Conflict made for higher ratings apparently.

Forty-nine: Cesare Luna To get someone that was a fixer out of hiding was not an easy thing to do. Titus Vitore showed up when he wanted to, where he wanted to, and half of the time you never knew if he was alive or dead. Given how I had ended up nearly beaten to death after our last meeting, I was surprised that he wasn’t dead.