Cozy Mysteries Novels & Stories

We will find that light at the end of the tunnel soon enough. He kisses her forehead. ‘I love you, Baz,’ she said in her sleep as she snuggled deeper into his embrace, making him smile. Maybe there is hope for them after all. -=- The head of security was waiting for Baz in his office. He left Clara in the room to let her sleep. ‘Sir, I have the file for the investigation regarding the people on the list.’ ‘So what is it? Are they involved in the explosion? Do we know?’ he asked. 'This is a big mess, and it involves more people than I expected.'

I run my fingers from his chest to his stomach, thinking where his wolf should be. “ It seems that you want to see the body under the shirt.” Cozy suddenly says with a teasing smirk all his dad actually handsome face. “What?” I do not respond in time. I look confused. He gestures down towards his shirt and I realize that he is talking about that shirt he is wearing. His perfectly sculpted chest along with his sexy abs are showing in front of me and I do not think I have ever blushed harder than I do at the moment.

“Isn’t this cozy?” Theo stiffened instantly, his body shifting just enough to place himself between me and Damien. The air grew heavier, colder, charged with an unspoken challenge. I wanted to disappear. Damien’s eyes flicked to me, trapping me in place. “Tell me, Eliot… who keeps you up at night? Him?” His smirk widened, cruel. “Or me?” Heat rushed to my face—shame, anger, confusion all tangled into one suffocating knot. My voice caught, useless.

Consuela thought, if they were chasing her, there must be something higher at stake. "Why don't you come out where I can see you properly?" Consuela challenged the mystic. "Oh, but I'm right here, my beauty!" Consuela felt a cold stream of air begin to surround her body, accompany by a wet touch which tingle across her body. The cold air and wetness seductively transformed into the shape of a woman clothed in what could only be described as regal clothing. Her long frock was bejewelled with gems and a V-cut just deep enough to expose the brown curves of her breasts. It was as if beauty had transformed itself into a living creature. The mystic's tightly curled afro bounced as she sauntered ar

Surrendering to exhaustion, James's mind sloughed off her worries and flew out of the place where she was attacked to the oblivion of deep, dreamless sleep. The fragile strands of consciousness lay just out of her grasp for Lord only knew how long. With a strength she hadn't known she possessed, Betty clenched her fingers repeatedly to waken. She lay there a long time before she forced down some of the contents of her flask and coughed violently against the burn. Her mind was blurry, she wasn't sure if she had swooned or fallen asleep. But she wasn't foolish enough to succumb to it again. This unnaturally dark, frigid cocoon frightened her.

she hugged her. “You are welcome mum, anything for my family,” she said to her. “Have you come up with a location yet?” “Nope but we do get hints from unknown sources. They aren't certain though.” “Okay, but did you try to find out about whatever hint sent to you?” “A place called ‘Abowobi’ haven’t heard of that place in my life,” she told her mum. “Me too, but don’t do something stupid as going to somewhere you aren't sure of okay?”

After Fiona left, I finally got a little breathing room. But that didn't mean life was quiet. Whenever I had time, I'd check the surveillance feed to see if she and her husband were up to trouble again. I thought the peace would at least last until Fiona had her baby. But I was dead wrong. Three months later, we met again. That day, our station got a report about some shady people gathering in Maplewood. The case landed on our team. The second I saw the address on the report, I recognized it. It was Fiona's house.

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

She said furiously and I chuckled saying. "What happened you got up this early... and more to that reading a... book?" She raised a brow saying "Just because you often see me sleeping in the morning doesn't mean I sleep all night. And by the way. Reading is my hobby. And this is a Novel called Darling don't run away. Not just a book" I sat close to her as she was looking at my every action from head to toe. "What!?" I asked looking at her expression "Not. Nothing. It's just that. You're distracting." she said and i raised my brows

Kizo suddenly chuckled before he said, “Who would have imagined you would get married to the little girl who had pulled you out of the burning car before it exploded?” Kizo had his ways of digging up information; while investigating the case, he discovered a girl had pulled him out of the car. The girl was probably ten by then and wasn't scared of a burning car; she quickly hurried and helped Coyle out of the car. At that moment he had promised to return the favour, and the girl quickly left after the police arrived. “I don’t think it’s any of your business.” Coyle warned, and Kizo nodded, okay fine, he had crossed the line.