Good Mystery And Thriller Books 소설 & 이야기

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

whatever it is she edited, I'm sure her name was in it That Bitch..How dare she look into my stuffs!! As i was thinking..when my eyes drifted to the other book beside it I opened it and started reading..as i saw many things about Adrian and who his parents were and who he really is. What happened to them shocked me!! Now i see why they were always trying to hunt me and Adrian as well...I was still passing through when a thought came to my mind I stopped keeping the book by the side and looking into the things Adrians' dad wrote in the other book

And when I saw the full ashtray on the table, or the plates with the leftovers from dinner - not from yesterday, that must have been a few days longer - then the malaise just got worse. My fingers itched to clean up here. Okay, then I was just crazy about order, but that was still better than living in a mess like that. But unfortunately this was not my domicile. Although, what did "unfortunately" mean here? Luckily! I turned my head left and right, gazing across the kitchen just to distract myself from those cattle in the corner. When I leaned over to examine the magazine on the table, I realized I was sitting on something. Reluctantly I pulled it out - who knew what that was - and was more

he whispers with his husky voice. I kiss his lips and respond while our lips are sealed together. “I love you too, Ty.” *** “Babe, hurry up. We still have groceries to buy.” I’m still in the middle of choosing between the two books on my hand. I can’t decide which book to choose between romance or psycho-thriller. “Ty, just give me five minutes. You can check something that might pique your interest. Try a mystery thriller, you know.” I know him well, he’s not interested in fiction or any book at all unless it has something to do with his work. That’s our one big difference.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

Aside from the system notice confirming the deal, there was nothing. I paused, then clicked into the buyer's profile. That was when I noticed something wrong. His profile picture was greyed out. The account had been deleted. If there was nothing to hide, why delete the account so quickly? Those suggestive photos kept replaying in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more unsettled I felt. I took the entire next day off. Triumph Hotel. I had to see for myself. … The next morning, Chloe acted like nothing had happened, casually handling one of her other cameras.

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.

Her first sip brought a comfort that felt almost personal. He knows too much about me for this to be coincidence. And yet—he was nowhere to be seen. No footsteps. No voice. Just silence, scent, and a dog with secrets in his eyes. As she slowly picked up a fork, she whispered to herself, “Alright, Mr. Thorne… let’s play your game.” Luca barked once, approvingly.

But it was the message written across the man's bare chest that made Casie's blood run cold. *The Blackwood Heir Returns.* Rick followed her gaze. "Blackwood? Like you? That can't be coincidence." "No," she managed, her voice carefully controlled. "It's not." "You want to tell me what's going on?" Rick's tone was measured, but she could hear the hurt beneath it. "First these ritual killings, then your mysterious contact, now this? What aren't you telling me, Casie?"