Christian Fiction Mystery Books Novels & Stories

“I won’t leave it for anyone else to discover you trussed up like this. Shame was never my intention here. I’m sure you get enough of that at home.” I want to remind him, again, that he does not know shit about me, but he’s already out the door. My head drops back against the pillow, but the tension refuses to leave my straining limbs. I’m still sweating, still fucking hot… Christian returns at the pace of a regular human ducking over from next door. My brow instantly furrows – He has a vial of holy water in his hand. “Gonna prove that’s not a weapon that can kill you either, you ‘deified’ son of a bitch?” I mutter. “Then why the hell did you dodge the spray the last time I--?”

Charlie was extremely surprised and blurted out, “Uncle, what were the books my parents were reading? Do you remember?” Christian thought for a moment, saying, “If I remember correctly, it should be titled something like ‘Apocalyptic Book’, but I can't remember exactly.” Charlie widened his eyes and subconsciously asked, “Uncle, are you sure it was the Apocalyptic Book?!” Christian suddenly came to a realization and said, “Yes, yes, yes! It's called the Apocalyptic Book! The Preface to the Apocalyptic Book sounded strange to me at first. I thought it was a classic book, but your dad said it was the key to opening another world. I always thought he was a bit crazy…”

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.

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

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After he left, I made the decision that in order to prove my innocence, I needed to identify that mystery individual who gave me the envelope, which Aaron despises and believes I am the betrayer who perpetrated the information leak fraud. But where do I begin? I have no idea who that man was or how he gave me the package. Plus, Aaron wouldn't let me leave the house. What am I going to do now? I groaned and walked over to the library. To relieve my overworked head, I'm going to read some fiction literature. Well, one of Aaron's mansion's most attractive features is its library. Rows upon rows of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, color-coded with dots, fiction section sor

Her eyes, her laugh, the way she’d bite her straw absentmindedly while reading one of her mystery novels. He hadn’t seen her in months. No calls. No visits. No reasons. Just a sudden disappearance that left a hole where warmth used to be. Fabian leaned back in his chair, letting the breeze brush through his hair, the sound of the street fading as his thoughts grew louder. “I’ll find you,” he whispered to the air, like a promise wrapped in whipped cream and regret. “Even if I have to sell ten thousand milkshakes just to see your face again.” He took another sip and looked toward the café, now filled with laughter and the sounds of blender motors whirring back to life.

“Yes, please and thank you. Cream and sugar. When the coffee was on his table, he turned to me. - Thanks. - It was nothing. Good book? — Yes, I can't stop reading. He held it up so I could see the cover, which had a “dark night and stormy” of a running man. "Do you like suspense?" “Thriller and thriller, the occasional mystery. I pulled my bag from under the seat in front of me and grabbed one of the markers. from Damien. — So maybe you like this author. In these books, the adventures take place in Australia and it is a series with a police protagonist. There's a touch of the supernatural as well. He looked to either side of the marker, then nodded. - Thanks for the tip. I'll look later.

Alley and Christian were finally getting our forever. *** If you made it this far then you made it to the end of Christian's and Alley's story. This was the first book I ever published and I know it needs a good edit. Hopefully one day I’ll get more experience and collaboration with writing and can revamp this to be even better. I have three Epilogues left to give you a glimpse of their life in the future years, but that is a wrap for the main story. I hope you enjoyed and don't forget to leave a gem if you did. I truly appreciate all the support. See you guys in my next book!" Consumed by the Mafia is my second and most popular book you can find right here on good novel.

A charmer with a spine of steel. Why do all the good ones end up dead or betrayed? I turned the page, and there he was, his sketch. He had this strong face, sharp nose, eyes like he could see straight through bullshit. Something about him felt… familiar. Oddly familiar. I leaned in just a little, curious, The door flung open. “Jesus!” I flinched so hard the book nearly flew out of my lap. “Relax,” Christian’s familiar voice filled the space. “Didn’t mean to give you a heart attack.”