SEASON 2 OF MURDER CASE #201Previous book:MURDER CASE #201Ainslynn Quezon is a high school teacher with an incredible hearing ability. She can hear a crime before it even happens. However, because she followed the voice of the victim in the 201 murder case, she ended up in danger...***SEASON 2:MURDER CASE 210Tap... Tap... Tap...The sound drew nearer with each passing moment. There was no room for error; it was the sound of a battle axe being wielded. The grip on the weapon seemed casual, yet the echoes of its strikes reverberated with an underlying fury.On the other hand, I was familiar with the weight that burdened the woman's soul. I had been in her situation before, where I swallowed my fear and gathered every ounce of courage to survive.I sensed her breath, restrained and hidden somewhere. She wasn't consumed by fear, but circumstances forced her to remain in her current position. Judging from the echo, it seemed she was in a cramped space.A cabinet, perhaps? I couldn't
[SEASON 2 OF MURDER CASE 201]🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤—MURDER CASE 210—|CHAPTER 1- 210 SUBJECT|~DETECTIVE LESIA ABELLANA~"Hush, Veins!" I muttered in frustration. "Are you suggesting it was a suicide? Seriously, it's clear this wasn't a straightforward suicide. I mean, who would want to end their life right after passing a licensure exam and being engaged to their longtime girlfriend?"I was talking about Elias Plasinto, the man who reportedly took his own life in his apartment last night. He left a suicide note, but what was written there didn't match the reality of his circumstances.He has no reason to continue his life? I doubt it. Contented life is all about having a partner in crime and achieving great in a specific industry. That man has it both, that's why I smell something unjust. I didn't become a detective just to be fooled by this kind of killing style."Listen, Ms. Lesia... No, I mean Homicide Detective Lesia Abellana, this isn't our case. Detective Lovynnia is in charg
~SEASON 2~•|CHAPTER 2- CRIME IN DISGUISE|•Marie exclaimed, "Wow, what a beautiful morning, with the sun shining so brightly."I found myself fixated on a picture of the woman in the SH confession room today. It's hard not to be intrigued, especially when we've virtually combed the entire world to apprehend this woman, who's suspected of being responsible for her husband's murder.Currently, her motive for the killing remains unclear, and some in our department have their doubts about her involvement. After all, she's beautiful, famous, and wealthy. Who would believe she could be a criminal?Monica Garrett, an A-list actress, tied the knot with Liam Ong, the son of one of the country's wealthiest families just a year ago. Both of them are public figures, and there hasn't been any news of marital discord or any sign that a tragedy was looming.Two weeks ago, a man was discovered unconscious in his own room, and the cause of death was a poisonous drug. The initial investigation suggeste
|CHAPTER 3- SICK SOUL|("Let's not meet and see each other again.""Okay. Don't ever come to me if you want to live. Distance yourself from me before I could kill you.")"Detective Lesia," someone called my name, gently tapping my shoulder. Lynn's face appeared in my weary gaze, as if she had just entered my unit.I glanced at my watch; I hadn't slept for more than an hour. Exhaustion had overwhelmed me, causing me to doze off on the couch."Why?" I mumbled, my hands reflexively touching my face."Liam Ong," she replied, and I sat up abruptly at the mention of that name."What about him?" I questioned, acutely aware of the intensity in her gaze, which made my throat tighten."Are you investigating this man?" she asked, placing a photo on the table."Yes, do you have any information about his death?""Leave this case alone," her tone grew serious, and her eyes locked onto mine."I can't...""You can. Just trust me, Lesia."I gazed at her in silence. It was the first time she had used m
MURDER CASE #201Written by LovieNotThis is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidentalThis story contains violence and strong languages that are not suitable for young readers. Don't jump to the next page if you're mentally unstableRead at your own risk. (STORY TEASER)Having witnessed 200 murder cases with no survivors, the 201st case emerges as unique. A voice urgently calls out a name, prompting her to locate the desperate victim. Who is the intended target? Can she save them and apprehend the killer? What dark secret hides within this case ?
"This bitch's body is driving me crazy," he thinks to himself as he stares at the monitor. He has successfully installed a spy camera on the large mirror in her bedroom. His obsession with her runs deep, and he will stop at nothing to keep her by his side. He can take out anyone who threatens to take her away in just three seconds. The swifter the action, the more satisfying it is for him."Or maybe I should just eliminate you before anyone else can benefit from you?" he whispers.As the woman undresses, her beauty gives him the strength to continue living in his hell. His gaze lingers on her chest, his anger simmering at the thought of anyone else making her heart race."Your heart is mine. You are mine. You only have a few hours left to escape me, Kira."***The stillness of the air is almost suffocating, broken only by the faint glow of a single light in the distance. Her heart races as she realizes she is not alone in this eerie place, and she must find a way to escape the grasp
AINSLYNN QUEZONShe's struggling to breathe. I feel my fists clenched tightly as I desperately wish I could free her from the rope that's tightly bound around her neck. But I know I lack the necessary means to do so, and a deep sense of frustration and helplessness washes over me. The sound of fresh blood flowing from her body onto the floor reaches my ears. Her breathing indicates a desperate struggle for life, and yet she clings to the hope that someone will rescue her, even though she acknowledges deep down that it's a slim chance.I squeeze my eyes shut, counting in my head. One...two...three. With each passing second, the atmosphere becomes charged with an intangible heaviness, the weight of anticipation palpable in the air. It feels as if the very molecules vibrate with electric tension, as though the room itself holds its breath in fearful anticipation. I sense the sinister presence of the killer, a malevolent specter lurking just beyond the edges of perception, his intenti
"I'm asking you, Miss. Do you know Kira?" the male detective asks me.The male detective bombards me with questions, his piercing gaze locked onto mine, as if trying to unravel the truth hidden within my words. My mind races, desperately searching for a way to convey the inexplicable phenomenon that plagues my existence. How can I possibly explain that I hear voices echoing from far away, whispering secrets and foretelling danger? How can I make them understand that it was through this uncanny ability that I recognized the imminent threat surrounding Kira?The weight of their skepticism hangs heavy in the room, suffocating the air and dampening my hope. Doubt creeps into their eyes, their faces a tapestry of disbelief. If I were to speak the truth, I fear they won't believe me. They would brand me as insane, dismissing my words as the ramblings of a troubled mind. But I cannot let Kira face the danger alone, her safety hanging by a fragile thread."Call Kira," I demand, my voice resol