Novel & Cerita Books About Mysteries

They held the secrets of a person's soul, or so I liked to think. Horrors, mysteries, war stories… a menagerie of genres. Viktor's taste? Or one of the others? My fingers brushed over leather-bound spines, the lettering faded with age. Mythology and Cryptozoology. Lycanthropy. Intriguing. I settled on the couch, the leather cool under me.

This wasn't a story about her family life, and the two of them and Shuji, he couldn't help but glance at Lixue. "Who are you to tell you about her problems with her daddy? She wouldn't be like that if you hadn’t told her." Hyo stated. She folded her arms and walked away. They were talking in the living room and reading the book that Lixue's uncle had given her. Akatsuki and Hyo were even more surprised because the book Erika was reading was blank, not even a single sentence written on it. "And then, what kind of book is my cousin holding? I don't see anything written on each page." Hyo said. Akatsuki and Lixue stopped what they were doing.

There were a few articles of clothing littering the floor, but Lissa quickly picked those up and placed them in the hamper on the inside of Rose's closet. There were a few non-textbook books sitting on her desk, the subjects ranged from mythical dragons and spy academies, to the psychology of serial killers and a few classics. I'm not sure what surprised me more, the fact that Rose had read The Picture of Dorian Gray or that she seemed to have a fascination with serial killers. Knowing Rose's intelligence level, I decided it was the serial killers. I picked up one of the books on the most macabre killers to exist, trying to ignore Lissa digging in Rose's underwear drawer as she pulled out br

Goodluck and Max had shared their findings with the state police, and the girls had been arrested, and the two had been awarded, they had even wanted them to join the force but they both had other dreams. "You mean you want us to investigate this mystery together? Maxwell asked, he couldn't help, but show his excitement, it has been boring without someone as smart and thoughtful as Goodluck. "Oh man, that would be fun, just like old times" He said as they both stood up at the same time and hugged each other across the table before taking their seats. Silence again eluded them, Goodluck wanted to ask about what he heard him say over the phone about his mother, but didn't want to be too forwar

Astrid went to the very corner of the library where the books that belong to the mystery section were located, she was fond of reading mystery genre books as well as horror. She already has many collections at home but she wants to explore more. "Nice," her eyes were fixed on a book when she read its title. "Arts of Death, photography and reasons." Her attention was immediately hooked by it so she hurried and picked it up and brought it to the selected table. Many things were bothering her mind while opening the book. The feeling of enthusiasm-her eyes sparked upon seeing the pictures from the book, trying to focus her eyes to the left page wherein a dead bird being pinned in a transparent w

The sound replied “Aye, sir” The inspector entered into the Lusie’s grocery store and said hello, Lusie. And asked how was she doing. “Hey, inspector. Doing good”, replied Lusie. He took some medicines and few bottles of beer and came to Lusie. While Lusie was calculating the price, the inspector said to her that he is a bit confused. He also added that he must meet the man who took Jerry home. “Are you serious, is it needed to investigate the incident so far. Don’t you think you are doing too much”, Lusie asked the inspector. “You don’t know Lusie, a boy was lost around that area three months ago. And according to the saying of the family of that boy, the boy used to talk about a man who co

“Phew, salamat. Katulad ko lang siya. Tinatakot ako ng mga misteryo. Nagsusulat ka ba tungkol sa mga pagpatay at mga bagay na katulad nito?" Tumango si Tyler. “Minsan. Ngunit hindi palagi. Ang Detective, na siyang pangunahing tauhan sa aking mga aklat, ay nag-iimbestiga sa lahat ng uri ng mga kaso. Anong klaseng mga libro ang binabasa mo?"

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

I take one last look at myself until I strike a pose and say,"Perfect," I hear mom from downstairs telling me to hurry up, so I grab my book bag and put on my glasses and was about to leave my room until I remember my most important thing. I go to my book-shelf and pull out a book that reads, Gone Girl by Giliian Flynn on the front cover. I've always loved mysteries; I can't remember one day where I wasn't watching Criminal Minds or Goosebumps in my room.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.