Novel & Cerita Classical Mystery Books

But she hoped that even Scar wouldn't sink so low as to ruin their wedding day. After everything ws organized and put away, Lacey headed out to the living room and poured herself a glass of wine. Then she eyed the wall of books on the far wall. John Grisham... Tom Clancy.... Then there were classics such as The Three Musketeers, The Man in the Iron Mask, both by Alexandre Dumas; as well as Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and From the Earth to the Moon, both by Jules Verne; and much more. It was an impressive collection. She chose From the Earth to the Moon and then sat on the couch to wait for Julien.

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

Alpha Jaden asked obviously interested in this unexplainable event. "The Wizard gave me a certain book to hold, he said it contains ancient mysteries of the past and how they could be weild in the present world today" Valerie stated. She hurriedly rushed to her room in search of the book; she opened the shelve and there it was... the ancient book of mysteries. She took the heavy book back to the living room where everyone was seated. They had placed Leo''s body in the table. Valerie began to open pages of the big book and continued as she searched for any solution to this mystery but, it seemed none was coming forth.

I followed him through the long hallway taking note of the turns we took to start ascending down a few stairs I didn't know of until we reached some huge, wooden double doors giving off a medieval but a classy aesthetic of the hidden treasure behind. My excitement couldn't be measured. And he opened the door and my there laid heaven. My eyes widened with my mouth agape at the beautiful closed authentic space. The man next to me offered me a smile at the way my eyes lit up at the sight. And I sighed. Geek heaven. Stepping in to run my fingertips over the covers noticing that most of them were either tragic romances, autobiographies and historical books , horror and suspense novels. The ones t

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

It was titled the *THE DIAMONDS* After tireless searching, she finally found it on a particular shelves that had a word engraved on its metal handles. It read, *mysteries*. She quickly grabbed the book out and sneezed repeatedly as the dust on the book found its way into her nostrils. She went to he father's old study and sat on the rusty chair while putting on the mini lamp on the table and finally in great anticipation, she opened the book.

As I flipped through the pages, reading her increasingly worrisome thoughts, the moonlight reflected off of shiny black leather. Sitting down the diary, I reached into the box, grasping the strange book. It was all black. When I’d first looked at it, the binding appeared to be leather, but it doesn’t feel or look like any leather I’ve ever seen. It was far too soft, similar to suede. The material seemed to be stretched over a symbol and as I circled my ring finger along the ridges, the padlock holding it shut popped open. “Not fucking creepy at all.”

The possibilities swirl in my mind as I approached the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room. It was just the way I had left it, with it's elegent furnishing and faint scent of lavender still lingering in the air, but now there's an added layer of mystery, as if the room holds a secret waiting to be uncovered. My eyes sweep over the surroundings, searching for any sign or presence of a hidden clue. My gaze landed upon a worn leather, bound book resting on her desk. It stood out admist the near stack of papers and stationaries, as if i had been recently used. I intrigued, I approached the desk and ran my fingers over the books weathered over, it

There wasn’t much furniture around, which made the room look even bigger. I walked toward the recliner near the window and stared at the magazines lying on the stool. They were all business magazines, different publishers, but with the same man on the cover. An old man with a tall and broad frame, which sort of reminded me of— “You?” Adonis’s voice made me jerk, and I whirled around to face him.

Some old collections rich people used to show off to their fellow rich people There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the nearest one, it was titled in Latin. Opening the book carefully, the first page was blank except for two black lines that started from the middle of it, it looked like someone had drawn something underneath them. They weren't word