روايات وقصص ضمن Adult Mystery Books

Okay, I really need to go to bed now, I might be hallucinating who knows. Gradually I walked up to the dining room and packed my books and other materials I used for my study, just as I turned towards the stairs the light suddenly went off and I froze. It wasn't just because the light went off suddenly. I felt… a presence. I swallowed the bile I feel rise up my throat and closed my eyes counting 1… 2… 3 to calm my raging heart. I don’t want to get a heart attack because of this, when I felt my heart wasn’t beating at an unusual rhythm I turned around slowly and opened my eyes to see who was standing behind me.

Lastly, do note that this is not a horror book, but they are traces of horror in it (depending on the readers perspective). Unless the author makes a mistake, the main genre of the book is a mystery, and will only be known, after the book is completed. Thanks for your time, you are now ready to dive into a world of mysteries and thrills.

He was going to take the rest of the day off even if I had to make him. A door connected his living room to the library. I opened it expecting to find my fiancé, instead I was greeted by a disturbing sight. At the far end of the library, Miles was going through a desk in a small room. A room that existed where the wall should have been.

Lookin' good girl! Instantaneously, a certain book caught my interest in Cryx's desk. My heart fluttered and my eyes twinkled, I grabbed the book and flipped some of its pages. Oh my! It's my Aunt's book! It was entitled, 'Agent Asteria', which was a mystery thriller. When it was first released last year, the bookstores had it sold out on the first day because of how much of a hit it was to the public, it got an outstanding review from the Times and even won awards internationally. Not to mention it's my favorite book of hers. It certainly deserves the title of 'best'.

After repositioning myself back onto it, I spread the afghan over both of us. After thanking me, profusely, for the warmth, she cocked her head in mock thought. “Such a mystery. He doesn’t want us to rob a bank with him or something, does he? Tell me he’s not broke and this isn’t all a façade.” “If only he just wanted us to rob a bank,” I said in a whiny tone. “I could handle that a lot better, I think.” “Don’t leave me in suspense, Esmerelda,” she scolded. “You know how I hate it. That’s why I could never do what you do. I can’t stand mystery.”

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

Maybe that is the reason why I have no problem in communicating even if I don’t talk to people much. ‘This Time I Will Not Love You' This novel sounds so hurting. I think I won’t be interested in this since I have no love life or whatsoever. ‘To The World I Wish…’ ‘Reckoning Love…’ ‘Mystery Caller' ‘Untold Secrets…’ ‘Unfolding Secrets…’ JUST WHY THE HELL DOES IT SOUNDS SO SPOOKY?!?!? “Alright let’s look for other books to read...” I tried to calm myself just to not let me feel the spookiness in the titles of the books I saw. A very interesting book caught my attention. Unlike the others, it was… handwritten.

“What’s in that?” Emma’s good mood vanished as she turned solemn, “Blood.” She gulped looking queasy, “it’s for Damion if he is uninterested in the girls they bring him.” Yuck. Vampires were monsters and Damion just proved my view on them. “Can you help me move my stuff?” I shivered thinking of sleeping in the same room as Eric. Emma looked apologetic, “I heard. I’m sorry Val lucky for you Eric usually leaves at night.”

The room beyond was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the scent of old magic. "Be careful," the librarian warned. "The books in here are not to be trifled with. They contain powerful spells and dark secrets. Use caution in your search." With that, she left them to their search. Amanda, Hannah, and Rajan combed through the shelves, searching for any mention of Marcelyn. They found books on ancient blood rituals, dark magic, and even necromancy. But there was no mention of the woman they sought. Just as they were about to give up hope, they stumbled upon a dusty old tome hidden in the back of a shelf. The book was bound in black leather and embossed with strange symbols.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.