Novel & Cerita Mystery

"Any favorites?" "There's this series about ancient pack wars that's surprisingly well-researched. And I have a weakness for detective novels, though don't tell Carson. He thinks they're a waste of time, but I once caught him reading one and he was too focused on it to even know I was standing in the same room as he was." "Your secret's safe with me, maybe he just doesnt want to admit how good it is." She grinned. "I love mysteries too. Have you read the Inspector Blackwood series?"

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

Hushed to be sure but definitely human. And they were unquestionably approaching from the mansion. My inner detective who let's face it was primarily made up of a good dose of curiosity and a dash of survival instincts went into overdrive right away. It was this. An actual living mystery. In contrast to the annoyingly ambiguous Crimson Order internet rabbit hole something I could actually touch. My feet struck the cool floor with a resolute thud as I tossed off the blankets. No time for robes or slippers. My curiosity was like a raging fire destroying any remaining fear. My ear pressed against the cool wood as I walked to the door.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re driving me wild,” Silas growled, his voice thick, almost desperate. His hand tightened in my hair, urging me on, but his words steadied me. “Don’t stop, just like that.” “Imogen,” he rasped, my name a warning and a plea But his hand stayed steady in my hair, not forcing but grounding me. “Easy, Princess,” he murmured, voice rough but soothing, even as his body shook with his release. “You’ve got this.” “Fuck, Imogen,” he said, voice low and warm, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re incredible.” ************** When love turns toxic, desperation takes over. Imogen's marriage to wealthy Perry was supposed to be a fairytale, but behind the glamour, she

"I didn't even see a jewelry box or necklace when I came in. I was busy discussing property details with Ms. Lynch. "After we finished, she asked me to get her some water. When I returned, she claimed the necklace was missing and accused me of theft. I suspect she deliberately planted the necklace in my bag to frame me!" Emma boldly stated her conclusion. The two officers exchanged glances again but did not say anything. Ms. Lynch was aghast. "Frame you? Why would I frame you?" "I may not know your motive, but the whole situation is extremely suspicious," Emma pointed out to the officers. "I'm willing to have my bag searched, and the necklace examined for fingerprints. I want to see how I co

The investigation takes him through a labyrinth of treacherous alleys and shadowy corners, where whispers of danger and conspiracy lurk at every turn. As Miguel delves deeper, he encounters a cast of suspicious characters, each with their own motives and secrets to protect. Friends and foes blur together in a surreal dance of suspicion, making it increasingly difficult for Miguel to separate truth from deception. Time becomes his enemy, ticking away as he races against the inexorable march of justice.

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