Good Mystery Books Novels & Stories

"You found the library." Zade's voice. Of course. "Yes," I said, still not looking up. "I found it." "Finding everything you need?" "Yes." Silence. I could feel him standing there, watching me. Could feel the weight of his gaze. "What are you reading?" he asked. "A book." "I can see that. What book?" I finally looked up, holding up the cover so he could see. "Murder mystery. Detective thriller. Nothing interesting." His eyes scanned the cover, then moved to my face. "You like mysteries?"

There were many good books in this library and Steve was enjoying himself as he read through some of them. His favourite was Werewolves: Origins. It intrigued him because the author was unknown which gave the book more mystery. He also noticed some books and was certain Emma had read them. Healing with Magic. The Cure is Everywhere. Steve also noticed that the authors were anonymous. It was as if the library only kept books of mysterious authors. It piqued his interest and made him wonder how Emma’s father had gotten his hands on these books.

Of all the things he could’ve done, this was the last thing I expected. “Thanks,” I muttered, taking the book from him. “Don’t mention it.” He leaned back again, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. For a moment, the tension between us eased, replaced by something softer, something almost…normal. “What’s it about?” he asked, nodding toward the book. I hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s a mystery novel. About a woman who gets caught up in a dangerous game she never signed up for.” He smirked. “Sounds familiar.”

"Word of advice? The good stuff isn't kept with the dusty old books." Before I could ask what she meant, she was gone. Disappeared into the shadows like she'd never been there at all. Who the hell was that? I shook my head and went back to searching. I didn't have time for mysterious women with probably glowing tattoos. Hours passed. My eyes burned from reading by candlelight, but I kept going. Most of the books were about pack laws and territory disputes. Nothing helpful. But then my fingers found something different. A thin book wedged between two larger ones.

The possibilities swirl in my mind as I approached the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room. It was just the way I had left it, with it's elegent furnishing and faint scent of lavender still lingering in the air, but now there's an added layer of mystery, as if the room holds a secret waiting to be uncovered. My eyes sweep over the surroundings, searching for any sign or presence of a hidden clue. My gaze landed upon a worn leather, bound book resting on her desk. It stood out admist the near stack of papers and stationaries, as if i had been recently used. I intrigued, I approached the desk and ran my fingers over the books weathered over, it

I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing. It was about a girl about to go to college, she is Blake’s age and she had spent the past two years solving murder cases and now she is clearly traumatized since in the last book, she had a guy die in her arms. I am not far in, I just started it on the plane and I have had much time to finish the book.

Her curiosity about the writer behind such a captivating book was driving her crazy, but no matter how hard she scoured, she still found next to nothing. Determined, she bit the bullet and decided to read the author's other two mystery novels, even though she didn't expect much. They were written over a decade ago, after all, and were probably outdated. To her surprise, she got hooked again! She was furious and amazed at the same time! Over the course of a week, she devoured all of Mindy's novels. Apart from that one cheesy youth romance novel that was awful, every other mystery thriller was more gripping than the last.

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

A shower and change of clothing are in order before I pick up Ava. I fight the urge to send multiple apologetic texts to Ava’s phone as the day passes. I make a quick stop at the condo, Ellie lets me in and then I swing by the book emporium for something special. Ellie had informed me there is a new murder mystery book out that Ava is dying to get her hands on. It just released a week ago, and she hasn’t had a payday to splurge. The shopkeeper is happy to see me, as he apparently doesn’t get a whole lot of new faces in his building. I ask for the book and wait. “I have one last copy, but it’s a hardcover and signed by the author, so it’ isn’t cheap,” he says, locating the book in question be

“How do I know which one’s a Made-man?” “They always wear black, and they have a batch on their chest. A spade.” My eyes widened. “A spade? Why wasn’t I told before?” “I forgot.” “Cole, you don’t forget details this important!” I snapped my eyes shut. “I have to go.” Spade. The men who had stopped the incident back at Mambo’s bar a few days ago had the spade broach, according to Harley. My heart drummed in my chest. Something was happening in the Mafia world that the outside people weren’t aware of.