Christmas Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

Fourth year. Now the fifth. The last one. Still not me. By then, I'd basically turned into Nowevik's favorite gossip story. Fine. Whatever. I didn't want to be a Fabian anymore anyway. [Bernard, come get me early. The Christmas Eve dinner in Nowevik... yeah, I never got used to them.]

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

I remembered that its protagonists were based on me and felt anxious to start reading. Manuela was an amazing writer. His text had emotion, suspense and very realistic sex scenes. His main character was Luke, a doctor and hospital owner who acted very professionally, even with patients throwing themselves at him. He was so obsessed with work that nothing made him unfocused. One day, a young girl, younger than him, appeared in his office. She had been in a serious accident and needed emergency surgery. Unfortunately Luke couldn't keep her from going blind, but managed to save her life. He felt responsible for the aftermath of the surgery and decided he would take care of her. The story was ve

Those were the moments I lived for. I will find them. Even if it’s the last thing I do! I got dressed, threw my wavy hair in a bun, and ran downstairs to make a cup of joe before work. The dark roast coffee with Belgium chocolate toffee creamer poured smoothly into a thermos I secretly loved, because Hendrik bought it for me for Christmas, and not for the simple fact it was my favorite color. Purple. The man was incredibly sweet and thoughtful, I thought to myself. I took a generous sip of my coffee and savored the energizing aroma as the smell lifted to my nose. While I indulged in a few more sips, I looked over to Sasha. She was still passed out on my black leather sofa with drool seeping

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

I have two others here on goodnovel that are completed if you want to check those out too. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

She knew most people never committed the same crime exactly, but there was always something that didnÕt differ, no matter how many times the perpetrator struck. She was looking for those similarities now. Maybe there wasnÕt a car involved, but the way the body had been displayed might be the same. Or the word that was carved into her victimÕs chest. She combed through the twenty or so cases that popped up, comparing notes until she was able to separate the few that stood out. Of the twenty cases, five had been solved. Four had suspects, and eleven were still pending. Out of the eleven six matched closely to hers, the only problem is that they were scattered around, and some, especially the f

She says nothing, simply flashing white teeth to me then turning away. Going teary? Elizabeth tugs at Michael's robe. "What have you given Charlotte for Christmas? I've not seen whatever-it-is." "That's because I haven't given it to her yet." He fetches a package from a cupboard, prettily wrapped and very obviously a book. As she pulls at ribbons and bows, it falls open to reveal a collector's edition of 'The Complete Sherlock Holmes'. Beaming, she retreats to an armchair, flicking through the colour plates...