Best Cozy Mystery Series Novels & Stories

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

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

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

she managed to kiss him lightly before shutting her eyes slowly Soon sleep took over her. Lewis wrapped his arms solidly around her He's been neglecting the cartel lately,well why shouldn't him He never wanted to become a mafia in the first places Staring at her for a long time,he pecked her cheeks watching her sleep soundly "I'll come back to you safe and sound Laine "he muttered slowly slipping away from the bed. Lewis wore some casual clothes quickly and sliently. He walked down the stairs and found Coby there

After about three months in total some more evidence were presented and they were able to catch the remaining suspect who agreed there was a main boss but didn’t know him by face only what Org and Del told them about him they believed. Mabel, Angela and some of her school mates that were involved testified that Org told them to do so to her because the ‘big boss’ wanted her to be broken and to lack self-esteem. The security team in the estate testified and some of the new recruit said they saw one of their men give someone in a black hoody something before the person left and was threatened not to talk else he would be killed.

But instead of producing the same drugs, Dakota’s strategy was to lessen the supply of the old drugs and produce new ones for the people who might prefer the new ones—and with this strategy, Dead Soul had always remained as the best gang for having the most powerful gangsters and most clients. Dakota stared out the window out of boredom since the place was still quite far. There was a coffee shop that looked familiar from afar as they got closer to it. It looked like a place that she had been to before—and she got her answer when she happened to find the particular person that she was trying hard to not think too much about for the past days in the coffee shop. “Stop the car for a sec,” she

Officer Bailey exchanged a few words of comfort with the grieving widower before both law enforcement officers saw the roomÕs other occupant. Detective Sparks wasnÕt sure what to feel at finding Bobby still here in the Sherry home, but she wasnÕt exactly surprised. After the way the two men had acted the day before it was obvious that they needed each other in a strange way, and after getting more of the details of the love triangle from Officer Bailey on their way here this morning she guessed she could see why things were progressing the way they were. ItÕs just another one of those small-town anomalies that big city folk takes time getting used to.

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.

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

"Even before I knew about any of this, she was the best partner I'd ever had. Smart, intuitive, completely fearless when it mattered." "And stubborn as hell when she thinks she's right." "Which is almost always." They shared a moment of understanding—two men who loved the same complicated, brilliant woman and were somehow supposed to make that work without destroying each other. Casie emerged from her bedroom wearing familiar clothes—dark jeans, a fitted blazer, her service weapon holstered at her hip. She looked more like Detective Blackwood and less like the supernatural Luna who had stood in a ritual circle hours earlier. "Better?" Rick asked, offering her a steaming mug.