Best Mystery Novels Series Novels & Stories

“Don’t be shocked, okay? I also reviewed the footage and found out that there was no driver. Jerome traced the plate number but it was odd that it wasn’t even registered.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up after what I heard from him and that made me flinched at the moment. That was the same dark and mysterious night where all I could see was complete darkness in the balcony. I felt a flash of terror on my chest but I didn’t make it transparent to him. Would that be Juno’s doing? She might have wanted to kill me out of jealousy. “Can you promise me one thing, Aris?” I stopped from walking that made him do the same thing.

She had to take Don down to the station for questioning while they sent Stella off to the hospital under guard, not to mention getting in touch with Detective Branson to let him know where they were at since he was gonna want to have a talk with the two of them regarding his case. She was no longer doubtful about their involvement in that case, but now she was wondering with the expertise with which Melissa Sherry had been killed and the fact that in BransonÕs case, there had been nothing left at the scene either if there might not be more victims out there. No way were these two first kills. Which meant she was gonna have to go back over all similar cases with a fine-tooth comb. ÒHaving lun

I use those images because they fit to my own description and actions. Soooooooo with all excitements, buckle your seatbelt, and dive into Medusa's own very world........🤪 Welcome to the first book of BROKEN SERIES....😫 I love all of you guys😘 Xoxoxo Medusa💙🖤

But right now. I release another arrow near the emergency exit located at the top of the stairs when it was burned to ashes by a fireball. "Looks like I managed to lure some big fishes," I stated once four hooded figures emerged from the shadows. Their aura is way different than any of the other B-class assassins that have surrounded the school. "Hmm... Ah! You are the son of the assassins of the white clan, right? What's your name again? Was it Hans something?" a female voice mocked as they took a step down the stairs.

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.

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

I want to trust him - and there are times, when he looks at me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world, when I think for a moment that I can - but the fear remains. It's not until Wednesday afternoon, when Rafe leaves for a quick meeting with his agent, that I have a chance to do anything about it. The minute I hear his motorcycle leave the garage, I slip down to his office. Maybe the bundle hidden inside that book will have the answers I'm looking for. I'm halfway to the bookcases when my eyes fall on the desk. He's been in here since the last time I was snooping - there's a stack of books in the middle of the desk now.

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

Anthony stated. “Yeah, but they don’t know. Even with the cars on the side of the road, the little fender bender you two had, and the factory fire . . . there’s no way they can connect that, can they?” Bobbi asked. “I can’t see how. We used gloves every time we handled the SUVs,” Margo said. “No. Those events would look like usual crimes in a big city,” Aaron said. “I think we’re fine. Let’s stay and party, but we should keep a low profile.”