Case Closed Books Novels & Stories

"She cannot work until this ordeal is finally over! They, Jace, Joey and Taylor, continue to make the plan on how to catch Lauren and her allies. A little later, Taylor phone rang. "Hello! Yes, where did it happened? Okay, I'll go check them!" He cut the call and turn to Jace. "My friends in the bureau just caught Robert Solinap red-handed and two other men with drugs. They also think those men are drug smugglers!" "You know what to do Taylor!" Taylor nodded then get up and went to the door while still making some calls.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

As he opened the book, the fragrance of aged parchment wafted through the air, creating an olfactory tapestry that intertwined with the silent narratives within. Joseph closed the book, its pages whispering as they settled back into a state of repose. The room, once filled with the enchanting tales of werewolves and mystical histories, now echoed with the sigh of a man burdened by the weight of knowledge. He ran his fingers over the worn cover, feeling the texture beneath his touch.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

Matt didn’t move for a second after the knock. “Matt?” Maya’s voice came again, louder this time. Jordy stepped back, his breathing still uneven, his mind scrambling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Matt finally turned toward the door, running a hand through his hair before unlocking it. The door opened. Maya stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “Why was your door locked?” Matt leaned casually against the frame like nothing had happened. “Privacy exists, you know.”

The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space. The manager looked at me uncomfortably. "Mr. Davis occasionally rests here," he explained awkwardly. "Then maybe he should keep it clean, especially for client meetings," I said, glancing at him. "This place reeks. Can't you smell it?" I straightened a photo frame, noticing our wedding photo had been replaced with one of Max and Coco. Meanwhile, my photo lay discarded in a corner. I picked up our photo, cut myself out of it, and tucked it into my purse. Then, I left the divorce papers in Max's desk drawer, asking the manager to make sure Max saw them.

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Hey everyone! This is the end of Book 2 - His Deadly Mate and the beginning of Book 3 - His Clever Mate. Book 2 left with open storylines on purpose. These will be resolved between books 3 and 4. I hope everyone enjoys and leave me comments. I do love reading them! *winks*

She said as she handed me the book. I contemplate each feature of the book, and I can say nothing is special about it. Aside from two things. It has a hardbound leather cover embroidered with gold. It’s old fashioned, I can say. “No one has read that yet maybe because they won’t be able to can open that." She said, and that what caught my attention. Why would a book not be able to be open? It has no lock in the first place! "And, by the way, the last one to open that was Paxton." She said and suddenly disappear in just a snap.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.