Clean Ya Mystery Books Novels & Stories

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

After she got at least enough books to make her occupied while Nicholas is at the meeting, she settles on to the small bedroom window that wasn’t that cramped more spacious but was enough for her to have a comfortable space to read at. Randomly picking the books amongst the huge stack, Zinnia pursed her lips as her brows rose with interest after seeing the title of the book in her hands. ‘Bane Legacy’ From the mysterious title itself, Zinnia can already tell that it must be a thriller, mystery, and fantasy book. Well, it doesn’t matter to her, the title was enough to make her stay. “Legacy? Hmm, humor me” she murmured before leaning her back at the wall behind her and finding a nice position

I know she stands no chance against me, but maybe she thinks she Does. I close the room door behind me, walking over to the small stack of books on the bedside table. Does Lucious enjoy reading? Maybe the enjoyment of reading is something we both have in common. From his bad-boy looks, I wouldn't have taken him for the type of guy who enjoys reading. I grab the top book that has a bookmark hanging out, marking the spot Lucious last stopped at. I look at the title of the book, before turning the book over to read the description of the book. After reading the book description, I see that it's a romantic drama novel.

Emma's Escape As Emma's fingers brushed against the wall, she felt a surge of hope mixed with a dash of fear. The writing had stopped, but she knew she wasn't alone. With her hands bound, she used her feet to search for any inconsistencies in the wall, her toes wiggling as she felt for any slight variations in texture or temperature. The wall seemed to stretch on forever, a seemingly impenetrable barrier between her and freedom.

I didn't even know whether I'll throw this one away or keep it. Dale Daniel's POV I am anxious, rubbing my hands while waiting for my grandma at her office. I need to ask her this. Why Zyah's name was on this contract? "La! Why didn't you tell me?!" I raised a question as soon as she came in the door. "Tell you what?" She went straight to her seat and put down her bag on the table. "That Zyah was the author of Drizzles of Yellow." She was startled but not that much. "Oh? She told me so."

Sarcasm was dripping undiluted from her tongue. His expression quickly switched. Yara smiled sweetly at him as she helped him adjust his tie, while imagining what it would look like to choke him what that tie. ******************** Her legs were crossed as she lay back on the bed, her face buried in the book before her. It was a thriller book that her fully absorbed in it, her senses extra heightened as suspense engulfed her and cliff hangers made her curse. She had gotten the book from Grayson’s room before he left. He seemed to have paid heed to her words for he locked the room and handed her the key before. She made him know that she was going to leave as well but he said he had a spare.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

Maya said Alicia was lost of words and all she could do was cry. "Let's help them get to the bed so they can rest" Alvin said. Jaeleah, Wenda and Yana were laid and tucked to bed to rest but Yana grabbed Maya's hand as they were about to exit the room and Maya's eyes tailed from the grip up to Yana's face. "What is the problem, Yana?" She asked with a sweet smile and Yana gestured at her to bring her ears closer. "There is this diary I found in Jenna's house, I hid it in my closet. I think there is more to you, you should check it"

“We just need to find a way to read the rest of these books. Would you mind picking another book and seeing if you can read what is written?” I saw Ryder cast me a death stare but I ignored him. Kaya saw it, though, and trembled. “Kaya, there is nothing to be scared of. I just need you to read. That's all." She gulped and looked at her dad nervously and then picked up another book. She opened it and glanced through quickly. "This looks like a diary. It ends with 'From Chelsea'." I gasped and took the book from her. I still saw nothing but jumbled up words. I turned and looked at Kaya and she stared at me. Her green eyes were bright and curious. It was then that it hit me.

Hope made you reckless. "Why?" I asked, the single word a barricade. "Why would you help me?" Anya leaned back in her chair, a small, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "Let's just say it's my professional curiosity. The city is full of mysteries, but you... you're a beautiful, blank one. And I've always found the blank pages the most interesting." She pulled a small, plain white business card from her coat pocket and slid it across the table. On it, in elegant black lettering, was her name, 'Anya Sharma,' and a phone number. Nothing else. No title, no address.