Christian Mystery Books Novels & Stories

She took out all his clothes to settle them back properly but found a pile of books behind. Mishka stared at those books, some of them were her books while all the other books and magazines were on Depression, especially on Melancholic Depression, the type of depression she suffered from. She also spotted a diary beside the books which she saw in Christian’s hand a few times before. She took it out and upon opening it, she found Christian’s handwriting.

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.”

She knew that woman— this was one of the detectives investigating Christian's mysterious case. For the detectives, Christian's condition might have been an enigma, a puzzle to be solved with evidence and logic. But for Jess, the truth was far more sinister. She already suspected that the strange occurrences plaguing Samantha's group of friends were the work of something otherworldly, something malevolent.

THE END? Not quite . . . Have you tried Beatrice Beecham’s Cryptic Crypt: A Supernatural Adventure/Mystery Novel by Dave Jeffery? We included an excerpt from the book if you keep paging. Or dive into more Tales from the Darkest Depths: Novels: The Mourner’s Cradle: A Widow’s Journey by Tommy B. Smith House of Sighs (with sequel novella) by Aaron Dries Beyond Night by Eric S. Brown and Steven L. Shrewsbury

Omi-god,I can't believe this is happening to me,I really can't. The shocked look on her face jolted me back to life. I removed my hand from his as gently as I could and shooked my head ,I can't go into this. I'm already married to to Charles Williams and can't rat out now not ever. I can't go against my parents I love them so much. But then,I love Kenneth also, he's my childhood sweetheart. We've been friends for years now and I enjoy his company at all times unlike that conceited Charles that happens to be my husband.

I went to the living room and, as expected, found the pair of underwear I was looking for in his bag. Downstairs, I called my best friend. "Help me look up someone. I have shopping records." I started the car, planning to visit the real estate office to check on property transactions. Suddenly, I felt something sharp poking at me from underneath the seat. I reached down and pulled out a black lace bra. Clearly, it matched the underwear. This car was usually Milton's—since I worked near home, I usually took the subway. This meant their entanglement that night had probably started in this very car.

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

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.

“He only loved the fragile side of me—the weak, soft part that I always showed him. But that wasn’t love. He never loved ME.” Christian reached into his coat without another word and pulled out a book. Its leather cover was worn, its corners slightly bent. He tossed it lightly toward her, and it landed on the blanket beside her knees. “The answers you seek are in there,” he said flatly as he rose from the chair. Without giving her another glance, he turned and walked toward the door. The guard followed him out, and soon the room was quiet again, except for Allison’s uneven breathing. She stared at the book lying next to her for a long time. Her hands trembled as she reached for it, her finge

Being controlled, he lays unintentional harm on Khloe, John and Maria. Chapter 24 : Sacramentum Et Misarie Sacramentum Et Misarie, translated from Latin to mean ; Mystery and Mystery serves as a name to the chapter resulting from the unknown identity to the team, who haunted them in the chapter previous. The identity was a Mystery, who indeed caused Misery. Side content : Gefion takes John and reveals who the assassin is in the chambers of hers in her realm. Chapter 25 : How Much Betrayal Hurts