Novel & Cerita Best Humorous Mystery Books

the letter read. “I spent four hours today arguing with a man who smelled like old goat cheese and gunpowder. I found myself wondering if you were still reading about the Medicis, or if you’d moved on to something less bloody. I found a bookstore in a small village today. It was tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. I saw a first edition of 'The Shining' and thought of you. Stay in the sun, Little Bird.” I laughed again, a sound that I had not genuinely made in a while .

“I’ve been writing, too.” I stared at him, utterly stunned. “You? Writing?” He laughed, a rich, joyful sound that carried on the wind. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re not the only one with a story to tell.” He pulled a small, black moleskine notebook from his coat pocket. “It’s not a memoir. It’s… well, it’s a mystery. About a grumpy, retired surgeon who gets pulled into solving a crime in his sleepy coastal town.” I burst out laughing, the sound mingling with the crash of the waves. “Arthur! You’re writing a murder mystery?”

He asked looking at me with genuine concern. It was at that point, that I remember the book that I had found, which was now on laying on the floor, half opened. My eyes trailed the book and Dominic’s eyes followed my eyes, he walked towards the book and before I could grab it he did. He flipped opened the book and read the contents and then immediately burst into laughter. Was that book a comedy? What the heck was funny to this guy? “Give me that!” I said yanking the book from him anxiously, “what the heck is funny?” I nervously.

CASSANDRA With the alpha guy yakking to Agnes and Joel, I browsed the books to keep myself busy. I saw some of my favorite authors there, much to my pleasant surprise. Seems like we had something in common. I loved reading. Yeah, I was a nerd. But no one had to know, right? A werewolf nerd. I couldn’t help the insane laughter bubbling up in my throat. “What’s so funny?” a deep, sexy voice asked right behind me.

I wake up the next morning with my head buzzing. I had been up most of the night trying to figure all of this out. None of it made sense. It's not fair, on the crime shows and on the mystery books all of the pieces fit together perfectly if you really think about it, why doesn't this? Stupid life, it's time to be more like a book.

And now, she had even more questions about her own life and the mysterious man who had been holding her captive. As she thought about the man's words, Emma's mind kept in circling back to her sister. Could there be a connection between her sister's disappearance and her own captivity? And what did the man mean when he said she was a key? Determined to find answers, Emma decided to start investigating her sister's disappearance again. She began by looking through her sister's old files and documents, searching for any clues that might lead her to the truth. As she dug deeper, Emma realized that her sister had been researching a mysterious organization before she disappeared. The organization'

In case, a criminal is bored out of his or her mind. "Nothing less than a criminal, obviously," Briel replied, flipping through the pages of the book in his lap. "At least it is better here than running wild in the forest and putting the lives of others at risk," I said laughing at my not so funny joke. The sound of my dry laugh came back to me and it made me feel uncomfortable. I stood up and went to the shelf and picked one of the books on the third shelf. Returning to my seat, I placed the book on the table without meaning to open it.

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?”

I smiled and brought out a new novel I got from the store the other day and opened the first chapter to read. There are like ten minutes before assembly starts so I can read at least a chapter or two before it starts. ‘Hmm… interesting’ i thought to myself. “Why didn't I know about this book already?” I muttered under my breath and turned to the next page. “Very interesting.” “I know it is,” I turned my head to see Chris put his bag on the desk beside me and sat down on the chair. “Even though I haven't read it, I know it is interesting”