Novel & Cerita Colleen Hoover Mystery Books

"I want to know what is exactly going in that brain of yours? You divorced Claire for Zara. But now that Zara is all yours to possess, you are doing things you shouldn't." The last statement made Hunter's shoulders erect. His eyes finally flickered as he showed minor hesitation in his features. "You know about my visit to RavenMoore?" He asked, his tone dry of emotions. Hunter had gone to RavenMoore quietly. He hadn't left a trace behind then how did Cole discover the same? Hunter remembered that everyone in his circle was made to believe he was busy with back to back meetings. "I am also aware that it was you who set Tia Murphy's car on fire even though they lied that it was an accident." C

Consuela started at the pair, who were examining her with surprised faces. She was exhausted from trying to escape the young man, and now that she noticed he bought a companion, she was sure the mermaids had not sent them. They were never keen on sending female hunters to capture escapees like herself. "If you are not the mermaid's hunters, who are you?" she questioned them. The young lady, who was strikingly beautiful, shifted her weight in an effort to respond.

Something was off. “…if we can intercept their next shipment, we might be able to confirm the Crow’s link to Benedict Holdings,” Colleen said, breaking the silence. Savannah nodded absently, but did not look up. Her distraction was so unlike her. Usually, she was sharp, focused, and often questioned everything. But tonight, though, her mind seemed somewhere else entirely. When our meeting finally wrapped up, Colleen stretched lazily, gave Savannah a knowing grin, and said he’d “check in later.” Then he left through the side door, and I waited until his footsteps had completely faded into the night.

I turned towards Tara’s office, making sure no one was around when I slipped into her doorway. I watched her for a moment as she organized her desk and placed some files in a drawer. Despite it being hot outside, she was wearing long sleeves and tights. Her pink shirt had a turtle neck, which I found suspiciously odd. It was form fitting and hugged her body perfectly, so she still looked like a beautiful Goddess, even without trying. I knocked lightly and watched as she tensed, her blue eyes locking on mine. She freaked out when I tried to close the door, but I didn’t need anyone walking in or by and seeing us together or overhearing the things I would ask her. I guided her to the couc

Ó Saying that Celia couldnÕt figure out what in the world could make the two men blush like they had been. Back at the station, she didnÕt have much time to dwell on what she deemed not relevant to her case as she got caught up going through the treasure trove of evidence theyÕd collected. Lucky for her, it seemed the late Mrs. Sherry was a borderline hoarder. There were receipts and little notes going back a couple of years, and sheÕd only just touched the surface.

"No, lass. I've had no time." She tucked away that information for later. *** Colleen sequestered herself in her bedroom to work on the case. Sean made her promise that she wouldn't leave the apartment. He had an errand to run. If he could find a peaceful solution to her problem with a goblin, he would. Then Colleen could pursue what she wanted to do. It seemed even more important now that she'd shared her misgivings about her current profession.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

No fingerprints, nothing. I frowned. ‘Burned? Can’t they trace it to the owner through the number plate?’ ‘They did. A guy named Colleen Ray from Michigan. Reported the car stolen days before. He had an alibi, at his mother’s bedside while she passed. The guy was stunned to learn his car ended up in New York.’ ‘So someone stole the car just to hit Elviira?’ I asked. Brian shrugged. ‘Could be. But that day Colleen Ray’s car was stolen, there were multiple auto thefts in Michigan. Might just be coincidence.’

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.

When she fought back, I resorted to blackmail, threatening to reveal everything that had happened during our previous "games" The sudden shift in my demeanor left Fenelle stunned; she hadn’t anticipated such a cold and threatening tone from me. "So, you’re finished playing the fool?" she stammered, her face draining of color. Despite her efforts to shove me off, she remained trapped beneath me, her entire body shaking with fear. She questioned why I had waited so long to reveal the truth and why I had maintained such a lie. It was clear that she feared the exposure of our past encounters, and that terror was only intensifying.