Amish Mysteries Novels & Stories

Nemiah bumped to his hard chest and she smelled the nasty blood on his clothes. Amaris thought that she was acting to avoid his questions. “Hey? What’s with you now?” He gasped scornfully. Nemiah’s head was still whirling, but she raised her chin to meet his eyes. The flickers of fire were reflecting to his iris, only then she noticed that he has the same amber eyes with the kid she had in her vision earlier. Amaris also had the mole on his left cheekbone which she couldn’t brush off her mind. Little did she know that the man holding her at the moment was the same person she lost eleven years ago.

What would an innocent girl like me do or who did I offend that keeps chasing me. I heard that sometimes the things we see are probably what happened to us in the past and it haunts us for a while then leaves but in my case it seems like not only did it happen in the past but someone is actually following me or chasing me. But I can't seem to remember being chased by a scary man in all-black attire and this one I saw is new. I haven't even unraveled the reason why this man is chasing me and another one just came up. LORD help me

he spat. “Nothing, actually,” Amish mouthed, refusing to meet the inspector’s eye. “I enjoyed those photographs and videos for many months until I had got bored with them. I wanted more, and the idea of getting explicit content directly from that North Eastern woman was more intriguing than watching porn. The one thing that took me longer was that I wasn’t sure what her full name was. I remembered it was Tashi-something, but her last name somehow eluded me. And then, suddenly, it came back to me - Chotten, Tashi Chotten.”

She was last seen hitching along Bassler Road, toward the interstate. Will I read a story about her next? Or maybe a twisted tale about how my next door neighbor—a gentle, seventy year-old retired nurse named Maude—is really a dedicated Satan-worshiper who dines on the flesh of cooked babies and also likes to have orgies with the town librarian and the Ladies Auxiliary. The idea is insane. Ludicrous. Far-fetched. So why can’t I get it out of my head? “This story,” I say, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm, “this is when things started getting weird.”

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?

Deep down, even then, he knew that such things were trifles and not reality but there was always that little spark then, that hope that just maybe, maybe life did hold a touch of magical mystery. It had long faded in adulthood but now here it was again. And it was not just hope, it was factual. "Am Heh," he nodded studiously as Ash wound up his encounter his Shu, knowing the God just by description. "I have heard a small mention but nothing is known about him as such, all that is known..." He trailed off for a moment as Marie's shoes squeaked back, her arms clutching a small first aid box. Lord, he hoped there wasn't iodine in there.

, she stated a little defensively. A re-village, meaning a re-created village, akin to how the Amish once lived with no technology, except with a heavy dose of just magic. Ash ignored her defensiveness and hummed, "And you read it then", he said simply. "Yup", she answered relieved at their easy acceptance, "Thankfully in the kitchen where I was doing my chores, I mean can you imagine if I had opened it in front of my sisters", she shuddered at the mere idea, "Three of them were the bills for potions ingredients, groceries, and carpet-fares respectively", she muttered and then continued, "The fourth was the Hale Academy letter, and as soon as I read what was on the back 'lo and behold', an e

The archbishop’s voice boomed softly through the vaulted arches, delivering a practiced, hollow sermon about grace, tragedy, and God’s mysterious plan. A tragedy. They called it a tragic accident. The press releases drafted by Harrison’s legal counsel had declared it a catastrophic mechanical failure of the yacht’s primary engine line. No mention of the bone marrow extraction twelve hours prior. No mention of the frozen bank accounts. No mention of the C4 block wired into the control board. Behind me, the quiet whispers of the front pews drifted into my ears like poison. "He looks completely broken," a woman murmured softly. "I never knew he cared for her like that."

“What the hell was that?” I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy. Because I understood. That hadn’t been a rescue. That had been a message. Theo had crossed into Damien’s territory. And Damien did not share. ----- End of Chapter Seven ✨

"Eli! I want that one! The general!" I let go of his hand for just a moment—just long enough to dig a coin out of my pouch. When I looked back, Matthew was gone. I tore through the crowd like a madman, screaming his name until my voice gave out and my throat tasted like blood. It wasn't until deep into the night that the night patrol found me—huddled in a corner, hollow-eyed and broken. Not long after, the headless body of a boy was discovered in a dark alley south of town. He was wearing the exact same indigo shirt Matthew had on when we lost each other—his favorite silk scarf fallen nearby, the one he never left home without.