روايات وقصص ضمن Clean Ya Mystery Books

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

Saying that the inspector left the house. All three friends are in Mack’s house. They were playing dart and were talking loudly. “Hey guys, summer vacation is near,” said Mack. “Yeah. Do you have any specific plan on that vacation? asked Ron. “Yeah, a silly one, a silly one to disclose the mystery of the lake” replied Jerry. He also added “This is not a silly tour rather it is a stupid plan to spoil our vacation. You know few death incidents happed due to the lake and also how far we can go!” Ron’s dart hit the center of the dart board and he shouted yah! “What nonsense are you talking about? I do not want to spoil my vacation with this. I have a plan to visit some place in this vacation wit

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

I never saw that specie as people I could trust, except for my brother of course. I was never the type to let down my guard by falling for a guy. Not again! Not after what happened twelve years ago. Not after I have seen their true color. I would never forget it! I could still remember everything that happened that day vividly to the extent that I could write a book about it if I was told to.

he muttered and stood up from the couch walking his way to the kitchen to get a drink of water. *** I go open your yansh and you no fit do anything I will reveal your secret and you can't do anything about it.

Mike remarked as his self-assurance dwindled. He rolled his eyes and said, "But since when I started reading books." He went to the antique books and manuscripts corridor after arriving at the library. And began looking for collections of eternal wolves. Yona, meantime, was in the corridor's opposite column. She was researching about werewolves in order to give her novel's readers a glimpse into the true world of werewolves. Yes, I didn't tell you that Yona is a creative fantasy fiction author who works part-time for online novel apps.

“That’s what have been thinking of the case, it could be a beast he created or something worse, that might end up killing every being in this city. And we need to stop it before it completely destroys us.” He was facing the wall, his hands crossed at his back. Staring at the hair at intervals. Could it be a sign or something. What or who was held in here? That he had to look into. And find out everything he had to know about Lucas and his missing assistant. Anika. The paranormal researcher could obviously be something else. And all that he has to find out.... “And one more thing, Detective.” Detective Sean turned to him, giving him his full attention.

And he would burn the entire world before letting anyone touch her. Back at the mansion, Zaya wandered into the library, her mind clouded with unanswered questions. The scent of old books wrapped around her like a blanket, but it brought no comfort. She ran her fingers along the spines of the leather-bound volumes, stopping when she found one slightly out of place. Curiosity prickled at her. She tugged the book free—and her heart skipped a beat when the shelf clicked and slid open to reveal a hidden compartment. “What the…” she whispered, staring at the small safe embedded in the wall.