Famous Mystery Books Novels & Stories

“Only because it’s an emergency.” Elmo rubbed his eyes, and blinked away fatigue. As his vision cleared he found himself looking at Lucas’ bookshelf, and his heart sank as he surveyed the spines of books his friend loved so much. There were copies of The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators and The Secret Seven, as well as modern mystery thrillers by authors such as Lee Child and James Patterson. But there were also older novels that Elmo recalled as movies on TCM but had never read. He saw Treasure Island and Ivanhoe, Tom Sawyer and Robinson Crusoe.

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

I furrowed my brows and said "No. If your cousin Adrian doesn't, why should I? And... why would you even ask me that?" "Then why would you give me such a sacred book to keep...and above all, tell me not to open it?" he raised his brows while asking..I was speechless for some time when I said. "Why did you call this book sacred. I for one don't know anything about this book. So, tell me. Have you seen this before?" he looked at me like crazy and chuckled saying "You mean to say, you haven't heard about this book?" I blinked my eyes severally before saying

Then he left. "Thief!?" She whispered. She didn't understand what was going on? She asked the girl in the room about this. "Why did they said that I'm a thief." "I don't know. But, I heard that you stole the king's very important book." The girl replied. Chenyin became confused. Stole? The king's book? What is she talking about? Finally she realized about the secret book. Where is it? She remembered that brother Jiao Long put it in a safe place. Did the king found it.

"Pack life is... less inhibited than human society." Inside the bag, they found several leather-bound volumes with ancient-looking symbols embossed on their covers, a small wooden box carved with lunar phases, and a sealed envelope addressed to "Detective Richard O'Connor, Newly Awakened." "Your brother has a flair for the dramatic," Rick observed, holding up the envelope. "All Blackwoods do," Nathaniel said with a hint of amusement. "It's practically genetic." Casie shot him a look but couldn't deny the truth of it. "Open the letter first. Knowing Liam, it's a roadmap to everything else."

It sank even deeper but I tried not to show it. "Why are you telling me? You usually don't." He was quiet, till he breathed. "I don't know," before his footsteps got entirely erased. * * * * My fingers trailed across the spine of the books and I stopped on a white covered book. I pull it out of the shelf and hold it in both hands. "Crime and Punishment," I read aloud before gazing down at the author's name. "Fyodor Dos-tos-to-eeev-evsky?" I squint my eyes. "Fyodor Dostoevsky!"

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.

The dim, golden light from the chandeliers above created pools of light and shadow, adding to the library’s timeless atmosphere. I searched diligently, combing through the aisles dedicated to ancient mysteries and the occult. The titles were intriguing yet obscure, written in languages I could barely decipher. Just as despair began to settle in, my eyes caught sight of a section labeled "Ancient Mysteries of the Wolf Race." My heart leaped with hope as I approached the section, quickly pulling out a few volumes.

I was not about to let two cops waltz into my home. “May we know where you were during the time of the disappearance? Last Monday around 8 at night.” “I was at my father's home. We were having dinner.” “And what time did you finish dinner?” Detective Cage asked. “Around Midnight” “Can anyone confirm that?” “My father and his business partners” “Very well Thank you for your time. Please feel free to contact me if you remember anything” One of the detectives shot me a smile and handed me his card. I took it and placed it in my pocket. I gave them a simple nod and watched as they retreated into their car.

The sound replied “Aye, sir” The inspector entered into the Lusie’s grocery store and said hello, Lusie. And asked how was she doing. “Hey, inspector. Doing good”, replied Lusie. He took some medicines and few bottles of beer and came to Lusie. While Lusie was calculating the price, the inspector said to her that he is a bit confused. He also added that he must meet the man who took Jerry home. “Are you serious, is it needed to investigate the incident so far. Don’t you think you are doing too much”, Lusie asked the inspector. “You don’t know Lusie, a boy was lost around that area three months ago. And according to the saying of the family of that boy, the boy used to talk about a man who co