Women's Murders Club Series Novels & Stories

I sit behind his desk and think over all that has happened. I have so many questions. They found a dead body inside the club just before the firefighters went in to put out the fire. A woman was killed in the stampede leaving the building. Can you imagine? Then there was the fire. I don't know anything about how it started or who started it. It had to be arson. Couple that with the lights going out, and the doors being sabotaged...god, the ominous feeling I had this morning was spot on.

Sarah clutched her stomach and said a silent goodbye to her unborn child as she closed her eyes and continued sinking. So far away from home. Far away from her father and family. If this is what destiny had written for her, how could she fight it?, Sarah thought without trying to swim up, or stop herself from sinking. -------------- “ Murderer! Murderer ! You have killed not one but two lives”, Amelia was shrieking hysterically as she clutched on to Robert preventing him from running away. “I did not push her. Someone pushed me from behind. I just fell on her due to the sudden push”, Robert tried to clear himself.

“Apologies for disrupting your celebration, everyone. However, Miss Lisa Smith is under investigation for attempted murder, and Mr. James Fletcher is being charged with assault for publicly attacking and injuring me. I’ve already handed over all the evidence to the authorities and will be pressing charges against both of them.” Upon realizing I was the one who reported them, James exploded with rage, attempting to charge at me. The police restrained him before he could lay a hand on me. Lisa’s face was filled with guilt and panic, but she still tried to incite the crowd, twisting the narrative to paint herself as the victim. At that moment, I projected the security footage of her chasing me

He spun around and there was a cocky smirk on his face, “No, Jazmine. Actually, you killed three. The third person was heading to the front door of your beloved uncle’s condominium.” A white light shone through a small hole on the south wall that she didn’t see earlier. The light was projected to the opposite wall as if it was some sort of a projector. Video footage was played which showed the outside visual of Richard’s condominium. The date on the footage was dated to the same night she killed the two men. A woman came out of the elevator and was heading to the front door of Richard’s home when the entire place quaked as if there was an earthquake. The woman exploded into tiny dust-like th

“What do you mean?” He leaned against the SUV, his voice dropping even lower. “I saw messages. Serena’s been sloppy when she thinks she’s alone. Vivian is tied to at least four murders in the last two years. Not just rivals, regular people who got in her way. A banker who wouldn’t cooperate with her money laundering activities. A journalist digging into the Aurelia Trust. Even one of her own girls who tried to leave. They made it look like accidents or overdoses, but the patterns are there. I got copies.”

Eight years ago, my daughter, Joey Porter, was stuck in the desert of death. Her GPS had blinked out, and she ran out of supplies. She kept calling for me for over a dozen hours over the walkie-talkie. The only rescue team was an hour's flight away from her, only to get intercepted halfway there. Later on, I found out that my wife, Ruby Shaw, spent 800 thousand dollars bribing the dispatch center, rerouting the rescue team's flight route just so they could save Ruby's younger brother, Howard Shaw, instead. Howard had had too much to drink at that time, causing him to lose his way outside the resort that was located at the edge of the desert. When he was found, it turned out that he was a

Still, birthdays have a strange way of making even the most confident man reflective. Inside the hall, the energy was already buzzing. Friends, families, acquaintances, residents of the sub-villages and everyone mingling, laughing, drinking. The Lethal Team occupied one corner like they owned intimidation itself. The Diablos looked dangerously relaxed. The Seven Deadly Sins radiated their usual chaotic magnetism. Villareal Heirs, Billion-Heirs, the Montifierro Brothers… Black Village gatherings were never small affairs. My eyes drifted toward our table.

“What’s your name? How are you acquainted with these people here?” “Morgan Kimmerer.” I did my best to speak normally. “These are my good friends. Kellan is supposed to get married tomorrow, so he wanted to have some fun tonight.” Jay nodded and stood up. He gestured to his colleagues and the crime scene team, who put on gloves and shoe covers before starting to catalogue the scene. Jay did not proceed further into the room immediately. Instead, he stood by the door and observed everything within. He assessed every corner of the room with some curiosity.

And unfortunately, as it turned out later, this was only the beginning of a series of bloody murders. By September 15, 2020, 'Mad Dog' had murdered 7 other women, ranging in age from 20 to 50, of which those in their 20s to 40s were directly raped, and those over 40 were raped just like Marie Williams. Besides that, the inflicted wounds were always the same, made in the same order. Invariably, the killer also seemed to leave no traces other than those that were of no use to the police anyway.

If Magnus wouldn’t do something to solve this, then George would know that Magnus had a hand in the fates of these human women. The female victims were all party goers of a nightclub. That club appeared to be the one clue between the victims. They were all seen leaving the club, looking to meet up with a lover. They didn’t give a name or description of who they were looking for and other guests at the club couldn’t decide on a single image for the lover.