Female Detective Novels

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

A powerful alpha? A powerful female alpha? Or should it be the most powerful and respected female alpha? So respected, even by her haters. Alpha Deluna Hansen is the typical american italian beauty, but not a human. Be in her human form, she's a angel with the killer curves. Be in her wolf self, she's fierce and strong. Alpha Luna enjoys the peace of her pack and not being interrupted by attacks. But she misses just one thing: a mate. She's desperate to find one and even more desperate to fulfill her promise. All desires to be with her mate dies when she finds out she's mated to a weak human, and she only finds the mating topic disgusting. But a vow is barely breakable. Luna is obliged by her vow to go after her mate and make him hers. No matter what, she's bound to present him as her Lord before she clocks twenty five. But what happens when she realizes her mate is just the exact opposite of what she imagined him to be? And when she finds out she's the weak one in actual?

I'm staring at this man who looks exactly like my husband, overwhelmed by fear, as I received a message that read, "He's not your husband!"What's even more bizarre is that the name displayed as the sender of the text on my phone is "My Dear Husband"!Who on earth should I believe?

Celeste Cox sent me a photo on WhatsApp. I opened it to find a picture of the school heartthrob and me in an intimate embrace, the pose as suggestive as could be.

*Book 2 of The Fashion CEO novels* Stephanie Greene one of the few female CEOs in the city and a force to be reckoned with. The men in the industry try to bring her down with every chance they get, but she keeps showing them how she got her nickname of the "Baddest Bitch in Fashion." She has the support of her family behind her, along with her best friend Isaac, who has slowly been trying to win her heart for the last 24 years. When her company hits a financial crisis, she partners with Dominic Knight - the arrogant CEO of a menswear company, for a collaboration. They butt heads every step of the way, and he challenges her patience almost to the brink. She wonders if the partnership is worth the anguish, and tries to put him in his place, only to end up in his bed, much to Isaac's dismay. Trying to ignore following the footsteps of her father and prevent rumors of her sex life to spread, she tells Dominic to forget the whole thing and to keep things between them strictly professional, until two months later when she discovers that she's pregnant. What's going to happen in this love triangle? Will Dominic step up and take responsibility? And even if he does, will Stephanie, the fierce, independent businesswoman, let him in?

Nagbago ang buhay ni Arisielle Dominguez, nang ampunin siya ng pamilyang Del Quinco–Huangcho—isang mayamang angkang may limang anak na lalaki at isang babae na kaedad niya. Akala niya natagpuan niya na ang tunay na tahanan. Mula sa unang araw pa lang, alam na niyang iba ang titig sa kanya ni Knife Blade Del Quinco-Huangcho—ang tahimik, matalim, at misteryosong middle child na parang laging may tinatago. Lumipas ang mga taon. Si Knife, isa nang kilalang detective—brilliant, cold, at halos hindi na mahawakan ng mundo. Si Arisielle naman, isang designer na tahimik ang pamumuhay, pero hindi pa rin nakakaalpas sa mga titig at salita ng lalaking matagal na niyang iniiwasan. Hanggang isang araw, biglang gumuho ang lahat. Namatay si Katana, ang kapatid nilang babae, at ang mga bakas ng katotohanan ay nagtuturo sa isang lugar na tinatawag na Euphoria—isang lihim na mundo ng kasiyahan, karangyaan, at kasalanan. At doon sila muling nagtagpo. Sa lugar kung saan hindi mo alam kung sino ang inosente at sino ang nagtatago ng halimaw sa ilalim ng ngiti. Doon muling sumiklab ang tensyon—hindi na lang dahil sa nakaraan, kundi dahil sa pagnanasang hindi na nila kayang itago. Sa gitna ng mga lihim, tukso, at kasinungalingan—isang tanong lang ang kailangang sagutin: Hanggang saan mo ipaglalaban ang pag-ibig kung ang tanging bawal ay siya ring tanging gusto mo? "You're mine, Arisielle. My little sis." "I am always yours Kuya KB."

Isaac Chance and Madeline Snow were once the model couple of Shorestone City and the target of everyone's envy. After getting engaged, everyone thought they would soon walk down the aisle together. However, there is no news of a wedding for six years. In the end, all Madeline gets is the news of Isaac returning to the country with another woman by his side. He doesn't hesitate to hurt her countless times for the woman's sake. When her grandmother is on the brink of death after an illness, Madeline has no choice but to get into a shotgun marriage. After leaving city hall with her marriage certificate, she ponders the situation. It turns out getting married is simple… as long as her husband isn't Isaac.

My husband and I spend 50 loving years together. On the day of our golden wedding anniversary, someone pushes me down a flight of stairs. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I miraculously regain my hearing. I lost it in the process of saving my husband when we were younger. I hear my husband say to my son, "You shouldn't have dirtied your hands." "How long more are you going to put up with her, Dad? Calista doesn't have much longer to wait." My husband sighs heavily. After a moment, I feel someone remove my oxygen tube. I descend into boundless darkness. When I open my eyes again, I've been taken back to the 80s—before I married my husband. The only difference is that I can hear this time.

After getting into an accident, I pretend to be an amnesiac to pull a prank on my husband and son. "Who are you guys?" I ask. A hint of delight flickers in my son's eyes. He pulls a woman waiting outside the hospital ward inside and says, "My parents and I came to visit you, ma'am." My husband watches all of this happen without saying a word. He doesn't correct our son.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."