Christmas Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

Too aware of each other. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in pink and orange streaks, Sebastian received another message. A single line: “This Christmas, you won’t get away.” Sebastian’s hand tightened around his gun. He looked at Nyra. She read it instantly. “Well,” she said, adjusting her coat, “looks like neutral ground is officially a myth.” Noelle looked between them, eyes wide. “More enemies?” Sebastian sighed. “Unfortunately… yes.” Nyra grinned. “Then it’s Christmas Eve. Time to make it interesting.”

’ It was her uncle, Nicholas Jacobs, the conniving bastard who sold her out to the criminals. Nicholas had been sitting in his car waiting for a sign that his niece was still alive. It had been a few hours since she had been taken, and he was losing hope as the night wore on, but he was not going to give up. He had a feeling Clara was near. His patience paid off when he heard the gunshot somewhere near where he was waiting. The sound reverberated against the shipping crates and warehouses. He prayed that he was heading in the right direction as he followed his instinct. He saw someone running toward him in a zig-zag pattern like a maniac that he almost ran over her.

I stood in the dimly lit hallway of the old Victorian mansion, the air thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon from the massive Christmas tree in the foyer. Snowflakes danced outside the frosted windows, but inside, my heart hammered like a drum. At 22, I'd spent months chasing rumors about the Veil Society, a secret brotherhood of influential men who pulled strings in the shadows of our city. They were legends, powerful, enigmatic, and utterly forbidden. And tonight, on Christmas Eve, I'd begged for an audience to prove I belonged.

Holly “There,” Holly whispered, carefully placing the last piece of tape. She smiled at her work. The wrapping paper was neatly folded around the corners and she’d even made the tape look nice. She wrote Nathan’s name in neat print on the corner. It was possibly the best wrapping she’d ever done on a present. It was just a copy of A Christmas Carol, but it seemed like the perfect Christmas Eve present for Nathan. She’d agonized over which book to get him for the Christmas Eve tradition, but had finally settled on this one.

I hugged her a little tighter than usual before I left, breathing in the familiar scent that reminded me of my childhood. “Don’t be late,” she said. “I won’t,” I lied. I dressed carefully in neutral colors. No jewelry except the necklace Damon gave me. I almost took it off, then stopped. I didn’t call Damon to inform him of anything. I reached for my phone and scrolled, my fingers hovered over his name more than once, but Aunt Mira’s warning echoed in my head; Love can make you careless, and I couldn’t afford to be careless. The city looked different at night. It was louder but emptier somehow. Streetlights lit up the entire road, giving a clear view of what's coming in front and behind, but

I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My