Best Mystery Book Novels & Stories

Maxwell drove her to her house, and soon as she got to the house, she walked straight into her room, the room she used to share with her husband, the room that used to be her most sacred room at a time, she didn't even care if she had guest, she was too tired to discuss, she sighted her bed, and it felt like she just found a gold mine, slummed on the bed, and in the next minute she was sleeping. Maxwell watched, as she slept, and snoring Loudly, that was the first time he saw her snore so loud, she must be tired and really exhausted. Maxwell took Joy to the living room, leaving Amanda in her bedroom to rest, he was willing to stay for a while and help solve the mystery, though he doesn't kno

Then there were his psychology books and books on wilderness craft. His gaze fell on a small cluster of volumes of English literature, some that Faith had convinced him to try. While he couldn't bring himself to read them, he hadn't been able to part with them, either. The top shelf held an extensive collection of contemporary bestsellers, and it was one of those he chose, a mystery thriller, as he heard the first roll of thunder. "Yep, Bear, it seems like a 'dark and stormy night' kind of night." He gave the dog a pat as he settled down in his chair.

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.

She knew the scent before she even opened the box—it was her mother’s recipe. Her eyes narrowed. There was no way he could’ve known that. Not unless… She stepped into the hallway and glanced down the corridor, heart starting to pound just slightly. Her eyes scanned the flood of bodies—interns in scrubs, gurneys rolling past, a code blue being paged overhead. And then, through the shifting crowd, she saw a mysterious man. He stood halfway down the corridor, half-hidden behind a group of surgical residents chatting near the elevators. His face was obscured by a black KN95, and a baseball cap sat low on his brow, but even through the layers, something about his presence felt… familiar.

"She stole it! Everyone saw it. The necklace was in her bag!" All eyes turned to Emma, who remained calm and composed. She addressed the officers, "I request a fingerprint analysis of the necklace. Let's see how I could have stolen something without leaving my fingerprints on it."

I took a deep breath, and let the events of the day wash over me. The apartment was a reflection of my personality – cosy and filled with mementos of my past and my dreams for the future. The living room was adorned with bookshelves brimming with literature from classic novels to contemporary poetry. I had always found solace in the written word, anyone could tell with the collection which was a testament to my love for storytelling. The apartment's walls were adorned with my mother's paintings, vibrant and filled with emotion. Each canvas was a window into my mother's soul, capturing moments of beauty and passion. I often found myself lost in these paintings, seeking inspiration and connect

The room was small with books taking up most of the spaces, leaving a very small space for people to sit. Red mask went to the seat behind the table and nodded for us to seat opposite him. Reluctantly, Craig pulled me to the seat beside him. Yet, I couldn’t help but stare at the strange pictures all over the room. There were like thousands of books that I was sure no one would be able to read to finish, no matter how many minutes they spent reading each day. “Where’s the mark?” he said without preamble. He seemed not to be interested in any other thing than the mark.

Sofia's POV The Surprise The first time I met my Edward Chase, I concluded I had found the man of my dreams. It was as they put them in magazines, trying to capture every woman's fantasy. Edward is winsome, charming, and he has the uncanny ability to correctly guess what one is thinking at a particular time.

I left the house and rode straight to Triumph Hotel. I booked a room directly across from 701. We had plenty of cameras at home. I brought a small one with me. I was going to catch them together. Ten o'clock. No one. Eleven. Midnight. Nothing was going the way I expected. I stayed up until dawn, my eyes burning. The door across the hall never opened. Chloe never showed up. Had I been wrong? Did she really not betray me? Were those messages and photos all in my head?

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.