Detective Candy Bliss Novels & Stories

I simply said. "I guessed as much but I decided to take the chance. I got two of my favourite. Caramel Macchiato." She said nervously. Unbelievable. This crazy lady did a gamble with her money. She certainly look like she's got much but she appeares comfortable enough. It would have been a waste and a loss for her if her guess was wrong. But here she is, holding my favourite order. "Did I guess wrong?" She asked. "No." I replied and she beamed with a smile.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I was thinking of stopping to get something for lunch anyways. You go ahead.” He gives her a smile before heading towards the front door grabbing his coat from the rack. “See you at dinner. Love you.” “You, too. Bye.” she replies as she takes the last bite of her muffin. She stands up and makes her way to the sink to wash her hands. Something felt off. She couldn’t shake this feeling of nervousness. It was just another day. What did she have to be nervous for? She shakes her head and makes her way to the front door. She grabs her keys and slips on her coat. The morning flew by. It was tough, but Elizabeth got her confession. Only took her an hour. A new personal record she

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

After having this coffee, only God can save you, Adrita thought and remembered what she had done with the coffee. Flashback Adrita picked up the black pepper powder and red chili powder from the cabinet after making the black coffee. She took five spoons of black pepper powder and red chili powder and mixed them in the black coffee properly so that he wouldn't be suspicious. Adrita smirked evilly looking at the black coffee. Flashback Ends "What are you waiting for, have it." Adrita said with a blank face but in her mind, she was dancing in happiness. Kabir looked at her once again and picked up the coffee mug from the desk and he took it near his mouth to drink it.

"We need to search her room here and find out where else she might have gone in the days before her death." As they prepared to examine Lily's living space, Casie felt her phone vibrate with an incoming call. The screen displayed "Unknown Caller," but something, perhaps her newly enhanced instincts, told her to answer. "Detective Blackwood," she answered, stepping away from the group. "Detective." The voice was distorted, deliberately masked by some kind of modulation. "I understand you're looking for me." A chill ran down Casie's spine. "Who is this?" "You know who it is." The artificial voice carried a hint of amusement. "You're standing in a shelter full of children asking questions about

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

Then I smelt it, the perfume. And in that split second, it’s like the entire twisted game we’ve been playing shatters around me. The mask slips, the walls tumble down, and the truth snaps into place, every detail clicking together with ruthless clarity. Candy is Izzy. The girl I’ve been hunting, protecting, killing for—she’s been right here all along, hiding in plain sight, taunting me, defying me. And now, knowing the truth, the obsession that’s been clawing at me all day sharpens to a razor’s edge. There’s no denying it, no walking away. She’s mine, and there’s no limit to what I’ll do to keep it that way.

Of course, Brooklyn doesn't think that's possible, but I won't give up this time. As cheesy as I secretly am, I listened to "fight song" by Rachel Platten on the way here to gain confidence. And now I'm panting and armed with Daria's weakness—Ben & Jerry's strawberry cheesecake. I know she hates my guts for leaving her for three months without a word exchanged, but can she fight her inner cravings?

I leave it in her pocket, and I leave it under my conscience, and I understand, as I sit alone in the archive room with the smell of her soap still in the air, that in this house a gift and a test have always been the same word. I understand something else, too. The version of myself that swore the oath at Lorenzo's grave is still standing behind my shoulder, and he is watching me, and he is waiting to see what I will become. But tonight, for the first time since I came back from Buenos Aires, I am not sure which of us is the ghost. Outside the high north window, the olive groves are black. The road is still gone. Somewhere in the dark, Serafina Bellini is unfolding a map of all the doors in