Classic Mystery Novels & Stories

The murder cases and the bodies turning up almost every two weeks now and yet despite the clues and hints, it was taking the police and the detectives almost forever to crack it or at least get something out of it. It was getting frustrating. He was getting frustrated. The clues were there, visibly there and the links were tight, he wanted this case cracked because he wanted this game to come to an end faster. He had been having fun earlier but now he just wanted this to be wrapped up fast. He did enjoy the killings which was somehow strange because one of the reasons he had chosen his primary weapon being strychnine poisoning was because he wanted his hands clean of blood but Clarissa had s

echoing through the room. I exhaled quietly, relieved. Thank goodness I hadn't washed this outfit yet. Inside my pocket was a ticket I'd bought half a month ago. It hadn't won, so I'd shoved it in there absentmindedly. And now, it was finally coming in handy. But my relief was short-lived. My sister suddenly called out, loud and sharp. "Sis, didn't you buy another ticket downstairs earlier? Maybe you mixed them up?" My mother's eyes lit up instantly. She lunged at me, gripping my arm hard. "Cathy! Did you hide the winning ticket? I knew I wasn't seeing things! Hand it over right now!"

~~~~~ After dinner, I freshen up and settle in for the night. Come morning, I'd try to confront Clara as subtly as possible. The image of the strange mark on the mystery man's cloak wouldn't get out of my head. It hadn't just been a design– it pulsed, faintly glowing like something drawn in fire. I'd seen something like it before…but where? It was almost as bugging as the haunting image of the locked doors, and I was itching desperately for answers. To the key– the note– the doors– Clara!

“But every good mystery gets solved at some point.” “Is that all you want me for? For my body and mysterious persona?” Matthew fake glared at her as he ran his hand up her thigh to hitch it higher. “Granted, I like that you seem satisfied by my body, but if I get rid of the mystery, how am I supposed to keep you around?” "Who says I want to stay around?" It was an empty threat to leave, and they both knew it. She wanted to stay around, and he wanted her to stay around.

He pulled my body to his, cradling me within his lap, “I’m not your enemy. Just....let me hold you.” His voice sounded so far away, but as I slowly inhaled and exhaled his scent, a sense of calm washed over me. Breathing a sigh of relief, I paused, waiting. There was always more with Elliot. He wasn’t an open book, but more like a Rubik's cube. You could figure him out, but you had to put in the work. Every time you thought you’d found something, he’d shift, and you’d be back to square one. “Why did you follow me?”

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

The ice cream had been forgotten in just a second. In crime movies, the espionage agents spy on their suspects wherever they go to investigate any suspicious actions without getting caught—because if they do get caught, are they even a true spy? Olivia had never thought about what she really wanted to be in the future as she was still undecided on her future career. But with the way she was pulling off her fake ignorant act, she was once again qualified for another potential job.

The sound replied “Aye, sir” The inspector entered into the Lusie’s grocery store and said hello, Lusie. And asked how was she doing. “Hey, inspector. Doing good”, replied Lusie. He took some medicines and few bottles of beer and came to Lusie. While Lusie was calculating the price, the inspector said to her that he is a bit confused. He also added that he must meet the man who took Jerry home. “Are you serious, is it needed to investigate the incident so far. Don’t you think you are doing too much”, Lusie asked the inspector. “You don’t know Lusie, a boy was lost around that area three months ago. And according to the saying of the family of that boy, the boy used to talk about a man who co

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

It would be 12 AM soon and the deed need to be done before 11:59 PM. "Have a nice sleep." She said with a malicious smirk as she disappeared. She walked away from the backyard and put her cloak over her head as she moved towards the pack borders. "Who is there?" One of the pack patrols yelled and she hurriedly ran and crossed the log of wood that indicated the end of the pack. She looked back and smiled victoriously. "Wait for me." She thought with a giggle before stomping away in the dark night. * * * Lyra sat up instantly. Something pricked in her mind and she could not sleep. She does not know why. She sniffed in the air and this pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose. "Whose scent is th