Whodunit Stories

A story based on the mysterious disappearance of a young news anchor from Mason City, IA

Book #2 of the Campus Sleuths' Series. Enter the student life in the prestigious academe of Castillo High - where favoritism is a religion, the campus is a board game, and the system is bullshit. Every single student is a pawn. But not for long. Three of the academe's talented students play against the rules and display consecutive acts of anonymous rebellion, which leads to an investigation from Castillo High's newly-put up detective organization: the Campus Sleuths. It's a battle between the leagues as they hunt for each other's tails, only to discover that both groups are merely pawns in a much larger and more dangerous chess game - with a nefarious mastermind pulling the strings in the background. Will the two factions set aside their different views and agenda to overthrow a culprit whose dominance presides over the student body? In a place where everyone is a pawn in this chessboard, one must be willing to break the system and overthrow the empire. --- Genres: dark academia, political fiction, murder mystery, and young adult romance. Language: Tagalog-English. Disclaimer: Contains slight themes of inappropriate language, violence/abuse, bullying, implied corruption, and depictions of sexual content. Status: Currently on-going and under editing. Achievement: "The Empire" was part of the #Wattys2018 longlist of Wattpad's top 450 stories! Thank you to everyone who supported this novel! ♡ --- Book #2 of The Campus Sleuths' Series: The Empire. All Rights Reserved 2017.

What do the future duke of Blaton and a shy withdrawn scholarship student have in common, apart from going to the same Ivy League university? They stumble over a dead body together! But, oh, how dreadful, a dead body seldom comes alone in elite circles where the basements of centuries old country estates are full of skeletons and where money can buy more than it should. |18+| Sexual Content

He clawed his way from a shallow grave, a vampire reborn with no memory, only a primal hunger and two initials: J.B. Lost in a world he doesn't recognize, his new existence is a terrifying blur of impossible strength and an insatiable thirst for blood. But when an intoxicating scent leads him to a quiet village, he finds himself drawn to the vicar's daughter, a woman whose very essence promises a salvation he can't comprehend. As dawn approaches, threatening to consume him, he must choose between the monstrous instinct to feed and the desperate, burgeoning need to understand the woman who stirs something long-dead within him. Can a creature of the night find redemption in the light, or is he destined to forever watch from the shadows as she falls for another?

On a cold, stormy night in the midst of October, six people enter a hotel room. By dawn, only five remain. Five months earlier, McKenna Macintosh is introduced to Carter Ford and finds herself drawn into an unfamiliar, intoxicating world. As summer unfolds, their friendship deepens---yet unresolved tensions and secrets loom, entwining their lives in unexpected ways. When McKenna and Carter enter the hotel room that October night, everything they once knew has changed, and nothing will ever be the same again.

"You're a writer, Lin. Plot us out of this." "I write happily-ever-afters, McLeod. Right now, I'm thinking of a murder." ••• Nari Lin writes bestselling romance. Detective Christian McLeod solves brutal crimes. They have absolutely nothing in common until Nari witnesses a mob hit, and Christian is forced to become her fake boyfriend to keep her breathing. By day, they are the perfect, doting couple at elite corporate events, hunting for a killer. By night, they are arguing over fine boundaries in a hidden safehouse. But the real twist comes when the crime syndicate begins carrying out a high-stakes heist using the exact, word-for-word plot of Nari's unreleased book. In a game where the villain is reading her mind, Nari has to write the final chapter herself. And this time, there's no guarantee of a happy ending. CC: Inky WC: --

the thing about quiet girls is that nobody sees them coming. (extended description inside)

I didn't kill anyone. At least... I don't think I did. One minute, I'm buying snacks. The next? I'm standing in a room with two dead bodies while the real killers disappear and the police find me instead. Now I'm the prime suspect. Great. Apparently having a criminal record for trespassing, snooping, and making terrible life choices doesn't exactly scream "innocent." So while Detective Ethan Blake-the ex-best friend who betrayed me years ago-is convinced I've finally crossed the line, I'm busy trying to prove I didn't. The deeper I dig, the stranger everything becomes. A bloodstained letter. A kidnapped woman. Secrets from twelve years ago refusing to stay buried. And a mystery that somehow knows more about my past than I do. Turns out murder isn't the only thing haunting this town. And nice girls? They don't always leave quietly.

"I simply do not understand how being ambitious is a crime?" Isabelline rolled her shoulders back upon the inspection of her current state. "I thought this was a school for innovation." "It is a crime for individuals to dig up corpses, Lady Freysdóttir." *** Welcome to a cozy fantasy mystery where autumn festivals and gravedigging go hand in hand!

A small town. A inherited bookstore. A sealed envelope with a date no one will talk about. Wren Calloway is twenty, stubborn, and new to Fern Hollow, Wisconsin. The town is warm on the surface and guarded underneath. The retired pastor everyone loved didn't die the way they're saying. And the man who owns the café on Main Street knows more than a stranger should. Some things are better left where they are. Wren hasn't learned that rule yet.

The Whispers in the Shadows delves into the dark underbelly of crime, loyalty, and betrayal. When Avida, a loyal member of the Scarlet crime family, is thrust into a world of deception and revenge, he must navigate a treacherous path filled with dangerous heists, hidden secrets, and the looming shadow of betrayal within his own ranks. As he struggles to uncover the truth and protect those he loves, Avida questions everything he once believed in. With every twist and turn, this gripping crime fiction explores the complex bonds of family, the weight of past sins, and the lengths one will go to seek justice-or vengeance. ============================================= Author's note: Call it (TWITS) for short This is still considered a draft! And things would change, BUT the theme will remain the same Finally finished ACT 1 , Do vote and share if you enjoyed the read! This Story is a work in progress. I'll update asap!

Every July, someone disappears. For years, the small town of Ashridge has buried its secrets alongside its victims. Missing person cases pile up, families are left with unanswered questions, and every summer the town pretends nothing happened. Until this year. When Investigator Loriah Griego's best friend, Hannah, is found murdered, everything changes. The department refuses to let Loriah lead the investigation. They say she's too close to the victim. Too emotional. Too blinded by grief. They're wrong. Because no one knew Hannah like Loriah did. Ignoring every warning and risking her badge, her career, and even her own life, Loriah begins uncovering secrets the town has spent decades hiding. Every clue leads to another lie. Every suspect has something to hide. And with every answer she finds, another person disappears. Someone is always watching. Someone knows she's getting closer. And they'll do anything to make sure Hannah's case stays buried forever. But Loriah has made one promise she refuses to break: Even if it takes my last breath... I will find the person who murdered my best friend. In a town where every July claims another victim, the biggest question isn't who did it... It's whether Loriah will survive long enough to uncover the truth.

25-year-old Grace Avery is a stunning woman working as a detective/investigator. Due to her looks, she often gets sexist remarks from her colleagues, seen only as an object of praise and beauty rather than a fellow detective. Annoyed and frustrated, she goes to an old friend for help and assistance, asking for a partner who doesn't care about her looks and has the brains to work with her, to which she learns that there is a person who could help her, the problem lays in the fact that, that person is the very same man who Grace knew and hated in high school, Basil M. House. Will Grace continue to hate his guts? Is Basil the same man whom Grace knew in High school? And will their relationship change? This is a reimagining of Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Besides being a reimagining, it's also a composite of different mystery stories and movies that I loved, so don't be surprised if some of the cases or puzzles look familiar. Apologies for the grammar mistakes:( Really enjoyed writing this:) This story is also on royal road

Brookline is a simple, peaceful town, where nothing bad ever happens, or so they thought. Friends and family start missing, and bodies start dropping. The bond between four best friends: Harper, Lydia, Karmen, and Indi, is tested as they confront the chilling mystery lurking beneath Brookline's perfect surface. In a place where everyone knows everyone, trust becomes dangerous, and surviving may mean sacrificing everything. Some shadows hide in even the brightest towns.

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At Warren Ville High, popularity is everything. Jessica Carter and Lila Sanchez used to rule the school-until one anonymous message told Jessica something that ruined their friendship. Now the halls are filled with rumors, betrayals, and dangerous mind games as a mysterious account known only as "The One Who Knows" begins Watching people and posting stuff about them. No one knows who's behind the account. Not the popular girls. Not the teachers. Not even the people closest to them. As friendships start twisting, and the drama spirals out of control, one question keeps everyone awake at night: Who is The One Who Knows? A dramatic high school mystery filled with twists, Mystery, and gossip, Can you guess who the one who knows is?

A cozy mystery novel set in the Madras Meridian, a posh apartment complex in Chennai. After receiving a cryptic invitation, Meena, a retired school teacher with an eye for observation and ear for gossip, is pulled into a complicated family of adopted sons. Is the murderer one of the family? Or is it an outsider?

"Promise they won't talk about me like that anymore?" Welcome to Banhee Hollows, A small rural town where everyone treats you like family, or so you think. Their annual harvest festival 1998 is crashed by a masked murderer. With local authorities unavailable right now, everyone is left trapped. Can you figure out who the killer is?

It started with Martha. Then there was Polly. Poor ladies. If only these ladies had chosen a different profession... Murdered prostitutes do not really gather a lot of attention. Their craft puts them in harm's way on a nightly basis, however, for some reason, the way it is happening really starts to bug Emma, a crime scene tech. The brutality points to so much more...

--- When Eleanor Hawthorne returns from Paris, she expects frosty dinners, tense family silences, and perhaps the occasional passive-aggressive comment from her eldest brother. What she doesn't expect is for their powerful and enigmatic father to vanish without a trace. While her brother insists on doing things "properly"-meaning slowly, ineffectively, and with all the imagination of a brick-Eleanor takes matters into her own hands. Unfortunately, she's not alone. Sherlock Holmes, called in behind her back, arrives with his insufferable charm, unbearable deductions, and a maddening habit of always being *just* a step ahead. Thrown together in a reluctant alliance, Eleanor and Holmes clash through drawing rooms, solicitor offices, and the grimiest corners of London society in search of answers. Their only clues? A missing man, a name no one wants to speak, and a trail of secrets that everyone seems desperate to keep buried. This is personal. And Eleanor Hawthorne is not the type to sit quietly and sew while men make all the decisions. ---