Famous Mystery Novels & Stories

"We did a fingerprint scan in the victim's room earlier..." "And what were the results?" The detective took a deep breath. "No traces or prints that could identify the owner. But we suspect a shadowy group, a dark community, that is rumored to have a base on the outskirts of the city." "A dark community?" Clara frowned, feeling a sense of unease at the thought of such depravity still existing. "That's what we believe, but no one can confirm their existence, even after searching the remote areas, including the forests."

It was the exact type and had the mafia marking. It belonged to his mother who was murdered by an unknown assassin during a business trip. He had vowed to find and end them but had nothing to trace the perpetrator to date. Who was this mysterious lady who had arrived from the sky with his mother's necklace around her neck?

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.

We have entered a new year meaning that he was supposed to release a new album. As if that wasn't enough, there was a rumor spread when we thought that the girl incident was over, a list of devil worshippers was released on social media again by an anonymous reporter. It indicated that most of the famous celebrities in the country has a gang. That they worship the female she devil to get money and fame.

" It just happens to be a coincidence that the gift given to you on your birthday contains the secret to Luke's demise and you happen to be a werewolf." "I know, right?" Daniel laughed. " This life is full of mysteries." "But how can we trust what is written on that paper?" Tomiwa asked sceptically. "Have you forgotten?" Annabelle spoke up." The book we read at Tisha's place. It said the warlock sealed the secret to killing Luke in silver and aquamarine. Daniel's necklace is silver and the W sign on it happens to be blue in color. Aquamarine is another color for blue."

"If it were me, I doubt I'd have been able to stay so composed, to piece everything together and gather such damning evidence. And why trust me with it? You barely know me." I turned my gaze toward him, studying his face. He wasn't wrong—we had crossed paths only once before this. There was no logical reason for me to place such trust in him. And yet, I did. Because in my previous life, when the world had turned against me, branding me a monster and a failure, Leslie had been the only one to believe there might be more to the story. He had voiced doubts when no one else dared, sensing that the case against me was riddled with inconsistencies.

I wonder what they need a second vice President for though. I quickly dashed into the bathroom and took my bath in a flash. In some minutes,I was done dressing up and had picked up my notepad to inform my personal assistant and my secretary about the contract. I instructed Vivian to look into the Roberge's company vice President and how to coarse he or she into signing with my company. Vivian called back later to tell me that the person is anonymous and hardly attend meetings unless it was something so serious. And that when the person shows up , it's always with a mask,the person is rumoured to be quick-witted,spots mistakes far better than anyone and makes a good deal of it,with high IQ an

with one look someone could tell too much sugar was added on top that it got burned. Su Lan turned to Mango and asked. Su Lan: "What is this?" Mango: "Pastries bought from the most famous Dark Pastries store." Su Lan: "... what is the pastry store name again?" Mango: "Dark Pastries, the most famous pastry store in his country. Not only that, it has chain stores all across the world (moral realm)." Su Lan: "... is there only this type of pastry?" Mango: "Yes, only this store has pastry. Master had some people line up for hours every day so Little Miss could have pastries."

The memory of that night in Hawaii—the taste of her, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked at me not with sycophantic awe, but with a fiery, defiant challenge—it’s branded into me. It has never happened before. No woman has ever lingered like this, a ghost in my boardrooms and a phantom in my penthouse. “Sir, I think you should watch this.” My secretary’s voice cut through the turmoil. His tone was carefully neutral, but I caught the underlying tension. He handed me a tablet. On the screen, a headline blazed in bold, black type, accompanied by a crystal-clear photo of Emily and me during one of our dates. “FROM ONE BILLIONAIRE TO ANOTHER: THE MYSTERIOUS MS. CARTER, THE ONLY ONE WHO CONQ

After meeting some old lady at a river who tells me to make three wishes that may or may not come true, I wonder what else life has in store for me. "So you say you're not new to New York city, right?" demands the driver for the second time. "No. I literally grew up here." "Means you were born here?" "Means I was." He nods, like this is the answer he's been expecting. "Nice." "Well, I'm from somewhere else." "Where is that?" "Illinois. In Chicago. Grew up in Little Italy. Where the mafia bosses terrorized those neighborhoods. That's where they get those crazy and scary nicknames from. Some called themselves The Prince. Scorpion, The Twister.."