Romans & histoires Beach Mystery Books

"Alright. I'll go back to check the surroundings. But seeing as the body was found on the shore, and quite far from the usual position of the tourists, I think it means that the man's body came from far away." "Water always carries something from a high place to a low place, but the water on the beach will move because of the waves. This is really difficult. Is it possible that he was thrown from the cliff on the other side of the beach?" Nicholas ran through the possibilities in his head. "Noel, can you check the area of the cliffs or hills surrounding the beach?" "It'll be difficult, but I'll do it." Nicholas, Hendrick, and Noel united under the blazing sun of the coastal town, determined

The Ricchezza beach house was a Mediterranean dream, all whitewashed walls and floor-to-ceiling windows framing the turquoise sea. Potted palms swayed on the terrace, kissed by the salty breeze. Inside, the cozy library smelled of old books and sea air, the sound of waves a soft counterpoint to the storm of secrets brewing in my heart. I felt trapped, like a bird who’d lost its inner compass, my nightmares still raw from the tomb’s looting.

The precision of it felt absurd. Warily, I stepped inside and scanned the room. It was small, undeniably cosy. The walls were clad in pale, bleached timber, giving the whole space an airy, beach-hut feel. A comfortable-looking sofa was piled with cushions in shades of blue, grey, and cream, like a collection of sea-worn stones. Then I noticed the details, and a sharp, sweet ache bloomed behind my ribs, so sudden it stole my breath. On a low, rustic coffee table, a stack of worn children’s books about mermaids and sailors lay beside a smooth, oval-shaped stone, a perfect ‘wishing stone’ just like the ones my grandma and I used to hunt for on the beaches of Mousehole.

“ he doesn’t look convinced almost bitter about the whole situation or should I say non situation. We get on our bikes and ride towards the secluded beach it is a 20 minute bike ride away maybe I burn some of the lunch off on the way. We reach the beach and it looks more breath taking then I remember unlike the main beach in town this beach doesn’t have sand it has pebbles the water looks crystal clear and very inviting we walk down and it feels so familiar yet so new we walk over to where we use to watch aura’s fire stories. No sign of a fire was present but something odd was there instead where the fire pit use to be was now a large love heart someone had made out of the larger river stone

It has never been my goal to impress my sister with anything I do. I scroll through the books in the library until I come to my favourite section, Mystery. I always love the thrill that comes with not knowing what's going to happen next. You can make it more interesting for yourself if you start to wonder what is happening and what will happen. I take a few glances through the books on the shelves and take a book that looks the most interesting out of all the books I saw. 'In the Woods' by Tana French.

The author assures you that this is not a typical or cliché type of mermaid story. While El Nido, Palawan exists in the Philippines, all characters and events in this book are products of the author’s imagination and have no relation to any namesake. All incidents in this body of work are entirely fictional and are in no way related to anyone who is known or unknown to the author. Plagiarism is a crime and therefore, punishable by law. Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?”

He said smiling. “How would I know that you’re telling the truth?” “Don’t worry. Let the time come. I’ll get you some James Patterson’s books. We were both fans of the women murder club series” I could only nod. His words brought a question to my mind; How close were we? “Can I ask you something?” “I don’t want to say yes, because I’m scared of your questions right now. But still, cut me off”’ “When did all these things happen? I mean the beach, games and rest”

Everything felt perfect until I got a call from my boss. “Hey, boss,” I said, clearing my throat. Why was he bothering me now? This was supposed to be my day off. “Rachel!” His voice was frantic, his heartbeat quick, like he was running or being chased. “I’m sorry to drag you into this again. I know it’s your day off, but we’re after a suspect, Gabriel. There’s been a murder at Ocean Beach. A student. This is big. He’s headed toward the golf course, I think that’s near your family’s mansion, right?”

I replied, shaking his hand briefly before pulling it back, a tingle left in its place. “So, Kalia, what’s so captivating in that book of yours that you almost missed the best coffee in town?” He nodded toward my cup. I tilted my head, considering him. “You are assuming I don’t already know that this place has the best coffee.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. But now I’m curious about the book.” I held it up, the cover facing him. “It’s a mystery novel. Keeps me on my toes.” He leaned in slightly, intrigued. “A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”

Regency romances, thrillers, cozy mysteries, even a few books with scenes dirty enough to make my face flame. “How do you know?” I step forward to pick up a framed photo, and my hands shake. It’s a photo of Levi and Michael surfing. It sits next to one of Michael and me sitting on the beach, framed by a perfect wave in the background. We’re sandy and happy. I pass it wordlessly to Mallory, and her eyes widen. “This room is a perfect replica of the room I used to stay in at the Montauk house. Except for the photos.” “Holy shit,” Mallory whispers. “And the books?”