Detective Phantom Novels & Stories

“I’d have to have a heart first for it to be broken Mon Amie. I have none. The highest thing that can happen between us is sex, hot wild mind blowing sex. And then I’d get bored like I always do, and move on" Mary is a reporter sent by her boss to spy on the mysterious billionaire, Adonis Scott, in other to write an article about him. But as she tries to discover secrets about him, she finds herself falling deeply in love with him. The only problem is, he doesn't feel the same way. Adonis Scott is the man of every girl's dreams. Mysterious, rich, and a playboy. What everyone doesn't know is that he hides a dark past, a past that is slowly eating him up from within. What happens when a beautiful innocent girl makes it her life's goal to uncover his secrets? Does love finally win over hurt, and would Mary betray him to the papers in the end?

Please Viktor..." She begged, "I need you inside me, right now…” . . . . Getting drugged while undercover was never part of Katherine’s plan but the unexpected happened on her first official encounter with Viktor Syvatoslav. A Russian criminal lord the police force has been trying to catch for years. She goes undercover determined to bring him to justice, believing they were responsible for her parent’s deaths. But Viktor is nothing like the monster she expected. Cold and dangerous, always one step ahead. Viktor knows Katherine is lying from the moment they meet. Instead of exposing her, he keeps her close.

Fifteen years ago, my parents-in-law were cut into pieces. My wife and I spent years searching for the killer. One day, I came back from the market and found that the neighbor’s family had been murdered in the same way. At the crime scene, I saw the neighbor’s face in the mirror. I rushed out and chased him. I was just about to catch him when my wife stopped and handcuffed me with her own hands. “Drop the act. You’re the killer!”

On April Fools' Day, Seth Sterling, the campus heartthrob whom I have a crush on, invites me to a karaoke lounge bar to have some fun. But when I arrive at the private room, I find out that all three of my roommates, who I'm enemies with, are there. One of my roommates is about to leave when she pauses in her tracks and turns back to look at us. "Did you guys see the words floating in the air?" The next thing we know, the lights go out in the private room. A scream rings out afterward. When the lights are back on, the roommate who has spoken up earlier is gone. "Where did she go?" I swap looks with the other two roommates quietly. Then, I stand up and pretend to look for the missing roommate when in reality, I'm trying to sneak glances at the live comments in the air. The commenters are cheering with each other. "I told you so! Someone in their dorm can see us!" "No wonder the male lead keeps flaking out on the female lead! A filthy slut who's capable of seeing the live comments must be seducing him this whole time!" "Let's kill her! That way, she won't be able to affect the lovey-dovey relationship between the leads!" Kill? Did my roommate disappear because she could see the live comments? I tremble violently at the thought. My first reaction is to open the door and get out of this place. But that's when the live comments grow more agitated. "Hang on! Someone else in this room can see us!" "We must find her!"

A serial killer targeted me. My sister-in-law was assaulted and murdered while trying to save me. Not only did I refuse to call the police, I pushed my father-in-law and mother-in-law down a flight of stairs when they came to help. I even helped the killer destroy the evidence. When my husband learned that his entire family got killed, he broke down in tears. He grabbed me by the collar and demanded, "Why? Why would you do this?" I deliberately waved photographs of his family's gruesome deaths in front of him and burst into laughter. "Why?" I sneered. "Because they deserved it." My parents begged me to cooperate so I wouldn't be sentenced to death. Instead, I publicly severed all ties with them. Meanwhile, the murderer who escaped justice struck again, claiming another victim. As public outrage reached its peak, I was selected for the Memory Extraction Program. Before the sentence was carried out, my husband asked me one final time, "The Memory Extraction System is still a prototype. You could die during the procedure. "Tell us the truth now, and there's still a chance to make things right." I slowly raised my head to look at him. "You're not getting a single word out of me." The crowd instantly erupted. People shouted that a worthless life like mine deserved to die. But when my memories were finally extracted, they were the ones crying and begging someone to save me.

Arabella always craves for more than her boyfriend could give, but they never cross that line. Until one rainy day, she knocks on the door of her mysterious neighbour and asks for a stay. In the short moment spent with him, sparks fly and unexpected sinful desires settles within her. Will Arabella ignore these feelings or will she give into them even when they're wrong?

What would you do if you were different from other humans? What if you can hear other people's minds? For Khali, this was a curse... until her brother died. To uncover the cause of his death and punish the culprits, she needs to use her curse and find out the truth.

My daughter was violated and killed, yet her death was ruled a suicide. After seven failed appeals, I kidnapped the chief prosecutor’s daughter. I tied the chief prosecutor’s daughter to an autopsy table and publicly addressed the prosecutor’s office in a live stream. “I performed the autopsy myself. My daughter didn’t kill herself. She was murdered. “I’ll give you seven chances. Release the actual evidence and name the murderer publicly. Each time a chance runs out, I’ll remove one of her body parts.” The chief prosecutor and his wife knelt on the floor. They begged me desperately to spare their daughter. “The evidence proves your daughter took her own life. Stop this madness now and let my daughter go. She’s innocent.” Viewers in the live stream called me insane. They said I had lost my mind with grief and was taking it out on an innocent person. I ignored their contempt. With a sneer, I picked up a scalpel and pressed it against the judge’s daughter’s abdomen. “The clock is ticking. Hurry up and reveal the true murderer now.” I knew perfectly well the real murderer was watching the stream at that very moment.

Once a beloved heiress and wife, Vanessa Lucas is labeled a criminal and thrown into prison for a crime she never committed. Her husband, Jacob Wilson, signs their divorce papers with cold finality unaware that Vanessa’s imprisonment was part of a covert national mission that cost her everything. Released under secret orders, Vanessa returns not as a broken woman but as General Lucas, a five-star officer with authority few dare question. Her path soon crosses with Damien Xander, the charming but ruthless heir to the Chamber of Commerce, her unlikely ally and the man who refuses to stand by while she drowns in her past. As Vanessa digs deeper into the scheme that destroyed her life, buried secrets resurface. The same power that once betrayed her now fears her return. And standing between vengeance and forgiveness is the man who once called her his wife.

There's a little shop downstairs that sells organ soup. It's always packed with customers. People line up as if bewitched, eager for a bowl. I've often wondered what secret ingredient made their soup so irresistible. This afternoon, I finally found my answer. Floating in my bowl was a piece of human skin—inked with a tattoo I knew all too well. It was the one etched on my boyfriend's arm.