Best Humorous Mystery Books Novels & Stories

Why was I so nervous about this? Lucian looked up from his book. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Yeah, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” I smiled and rushed on before he could answer, “What are you reading?” He held up the book so I could see the cover. “A murder mystery,” he explained. “The premise is nonsensical, but it’s entertaining. Did you bring anything to read?” I held up my phone. “E-books,” I explained. “I wanted to pack light.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Luca barked again, then padded over to one of the kitchen chairs and sat obediently, waiting as if expecting her to take her place at the table. Aria stood there, frozen in some strange mix of shock and delight. A dog. A handwritten note. Her favorite breakfast laid out like a memory from a life she hadn’t lived yet. She looked down at the pup. “He really sent you in his place?” Luca tilted his head. She sighed, still smiling in disbelief, and finally took a seat. The tea was warm, the aroma calming. Her first sip brought a comfort that felt almost personal.

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.

Clutch asked. My head was pounding so hard from last night’s partying, I’d momentarily forgotten about the mouse under my eye, and who’d given it to me. “That’s strange,” I said, before pausing. “What’s that?” “I don’t remember one of the books I sent you while you were locked up being a joke book,” I replied. “Here’s a joke for you. Knock, knock…” “Who’s there?” “Go fuck yourself,” he said, before putting his helmet on.

"Just Black Rose business. The usual chaos." She didn't look convinced but she didn't push, and I was grateful for that. We sat there in the quiet, the afternoon light streaming through the window and painting everything in shades of gold and amber. She started telling me about the book she'd been reading, some mystery novel that Elias had sworn she'd enjoy, and I found myself listening not to the words but to the sound of her voice, the way it rose and fell with her enthusiasm. "And then the detective realizes the killer has been right there the whole time, hiding in plain sight," she said, her hands moving as she spoke, animated in a way I rarely got to see. "I didn't see it coming at all.

I was in the library as usual reading a book I picked from the shelf when the door suddenly opened. The devil was back! He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “Nice choice of book for someone as innocent as you”. The book was about murder. A mystery novel to help keep my mind occupied rather than dwelling on my problems. I liked romance as much as the next girl but needed something darker and more compelling. Something more relatable to the state of my life.

There aren't too much exciting things to be found in the internet. I was about to turn my phone off when I remember Mr. Don'tLookForMe, I searched for his book on GoodNovel and added it to my library. I really find his book interesting. Ezicx told me that this man is the famous mystery author and his art of literature just really seems to do a storytelling of my life. I opened it and went on the latest update. I almost dropped my jaw when I read the latest update. The main character's bestfriend got married to his brother- exactly like how Janine married my brother.

He could imagine the killer laughing at him by now, because of how desperate he looks, and it irks him more than ever. Is he supposed to check every book in the library?! He end up in the fiction section and saw a book that was almost pulled out of the shelf. He curiously took the book and checked the title of the novel. “Tricked by the Mischief.” He read the title of the book then started checking the pages. He bit his lower lip in frustration after he turned to the very last page. You’re fooled by a simple trick. Now you have to do it over again.

I couldn’t help but smile. He squinted his eyes at me. “Ah, you know something that I don’t.” “Know what?” My smile widened. “At least, you share my frustration. It’s a good book, right?” “Yes. One of the great books I’ve read.” “I don’t even know if you read.” He smiled sadly. “One thing only a few people know about me, but yeah, I read.” “What’s your genre?” “Thriller, mystery, nonfiction. But Midnight is a mix of—"

“Back before you were a world-famous author, huh?” Brad laughed. “Yeah, back then I was working for my hometown paper writing obituaries.” “So your work hasn’t changed too much; you’re still writing about death.” “I suppose you could look at it that way.” “I’ll confess I haven’t actually read any of your books. I know of you by reputation, but I’m a bit too squeamish for horror. A mystery, on the other hand, suits me just fine.” “Hey, to each his own. Or her own. I like mysteries, too; in some ways they share similar elements with horror.”