Genius-detective Novelas e Histórias

My body tensed up, “So am I your mate?” “Um,” I almost choked on nothing, “Ah!” My thoughts weren’t aligning correctly for me to say something that made sense, ‘Um that,” How does he know?? I can’t even let anything slip since I can’t shift nor mind-link. “Don’t be surprised,” He smirked, “I’m a detective, A senior detective at that so I know about you lot.” “Oh…” I nodded, “I see…” That actually made sense for some reason. I paused and thought about it when something clicked in my mind, “Does Derek know?”

I sat beside her then the host speaker continues his words. “At this juncture, gentleman and ladies, let’s hear some inspirational words from the only women who set the bar too high to be reach by a normal individual with her average mark of 1.00% for 4 years in a row. This girl’s known to be tough, brave, wise and freaking gorgeous, she’s known as the Genius Queen and a campus superstar, everybody rain a cheer for this year’s class Valedictorian, Khloe Maureen Neufeld!” Introduced by the host. I calmly rose to my feet and walked slowly to the stage like a runway model.

Doctor Tom asked. " Well he's only our main suspect for now whereas i forgot to ask, is there anyway to cure this new plague like you had the cure for the Lycan?" Detective Gomez asked. " Remember am part of the creator so I had a full knowledge of what I was dealing with but this Chimera, I'll have to do some research about it." Doctor Tom said. " Okay doc till we meet again." Detective Gomez said and he made to leave. "Attention all unit we're under attack Base 001... Find the intruder immediately." The inspector general voice rang out from the telecom on detective Gomez's shoulder.

If the task is only something host can do, then it can't help. Agatha massaged her aching forehead and then confusedly asked, 'H-how can it help me complete missions like this? Is it a skill that cheats the system? Like some sort of mission pass?' As if it heard something funny, it began to laugh loudly. Then it mockingly said,

I played the video. "Bonjour Detectives! Je' m'appele Morse! Haha! If it isnt the selfish infamous Leounet detectives. Let's see if you can be such a saint this time around. I'll give you a clue. Following the nostalgia of the game." He laughed maniacaly, "Raise a toast to us! You've been a good sport" He held a glass cup of what seemed to be wine and took a sip.

What comes out of the opened door are two enormous males that I am familiar with, Alarick and Convel. “Now, time to speak.” Alarick closed the door and both of them sat on the edge of the bed. “About what?” I am still clueless and nervous, but I will not let my nervousness get in the way. “You being a sanguis,” Convel answered. I tilted my head and looked at them suspiciously. “What is sanguis? We do not have that in the human dictionary.” They exchange glances before looking at me again. “You remembered nothing last night?”

I've been hiding my excellent grades from my childhood friend, Oliver Barton, for years because of his jealousy. A day before the college entrance exam, he comes clean to me and admits that he's been taking private tutoring lessons without my knowledge for the past three years. His grades are good, and he plans to go to an elite college after graduating high school. I stand there, stunned, listening to his every word. "Viv and I both have excellent grades. There'll soon be even more in common between us both after we go to the same college in Haven City. "Once we're in college, we'll tutor you seriously so you can also get into a better college after you repeat your year." He and my bes

the detective alerted. “Question?” “Yes! I will ask you this once. Do you know Pablo Picasso?” the detective questioned. "Mr. Michael!" The detective yelled his name. It was as if Michael went through a trauma by just thinking about the question the detective asked. "you know him don't you?" the detective questioned again.

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

the detective asked, finding it ridiculous. "It's because for everything you ask him, he responds with 'stay cool'. He's a strange little guy. Medium height, round glasses, shoulder-length curly blond hair. He must be almost thirty years old and lives stoned, I don't even know how he gets such good documents," Gilbert rambled. "Okay then. I'll send my men there," Detective Bonfim said. "Internal affairs detective, can you put out an alert to ports, airports, bus stations, and borders?"