Good Mystery Novels & Stories

I went to the living room and, as expected, found the pair of underwear I was looking for in his bag. Downstairs, I called my best friend. "Help me look up someone. I have shopping records." I started the car, planning to visit the real estate office to check on property transactions. Suddenly, I felt something sharp poking at me from underneath the seat. I reached down and pulled out a black lace bra. Clearly, it matched the underwear. This car was usually Milton's—since I worked near home, I usually took the subway. This meant their entanglement that night had probably started in this very car.

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

It would be 12 AM soon and the deed need to be done before 11:59 PM. "Have a nice sleep." She said with a malicious smirk as she disappeared. She walked away from the backyard and put her cloak over her head as she moved towards the pack borders. "Who is there?" One of the pack patrols yelled and she hurriedly ran and crossed the log of wood that indicated the end of the pack. She looked back and smiled victoriously. "Wait for me." She thought with a giggle before stomping away in the dark night. * * * Lyra sat up instantly. Something pricked in her mind and she could not sleep. She does not know why. She sniffed in the air and this pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose. "Whose scent is th

"With my best friend. Caught them this afternoon in my apartment when I arrived from Australia." "Life's a bitch. Made another girl of it." "My best friend is a he." "Oh." "Yeah. So I need something to drink. Something to wash away my sorrows. Something that'll make me forget." "Hell. It's not like you're in mourning, lady. Take it easy. He ain't worth collapsing for. Right?" "I need bottles." He gets me something called Flying Eagle. "Three," I tell the bartender and he triples it. I slap a wad of cash on the table. He takes it and counts. "It's more than required."

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

“And I’m not going to lose you to him. Not without a fight.” The possessiveness in his tone startled me. Theo wasn’t Damien—he wasn’t cruel, manipulative, arrogant. But for the first time, I saw something territorial spark in him, something dark and desperate. And part of me—God help me—wanted that. Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The sound jolted us both. I reached for it with trembling fingers, dread curling in my stomach. The message preview lit the screen. Unknown Number: Still thinking about last night? I am.

Ophelia is calm, Ellon is aggressive, and Monais timid: they are grouped to work on their weak points and stabilize their strong points. ”We can’t always expect things to be straight and open; if that criminal were straight, then he would have already been caught when he was murdered for the first time. And the police wouldn’t take so much time and let another nine murders happen; if they can find the clue at first, then there is no need for nine other girls to die; this case may be tricky. But at least we can fight hard and try to get justice for all the girls if we can; this is our main priority also, so let’s move on and work on our best to fight hard” Ophelia knows that this case is a li

The blonde beauty sipped on her morning coffee while reading Seattle Daily, Downing the rest of her liquid drug in one huge gulp, she tied up her long blonde curls into a bun at the top off her head while sighing, two missing billionaires tofind and a murder case to solve, just another day at the office. It has been exactly 24 hours since Grayson and James Hudson have been missing and a dead body has been found in their pent house. The circumstances around their suspicious suddendisappearance makes it even more of a challenge to work on finding their spoiled asses, keeping all information on the down low has been the biggest challenge thus far. The media are like hungry lions waiting to poun

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It was much more complicated.

I spun back around, my heart hammering as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “The body of prominent Italian tycoon Alex Gray was discovered today in Russia under mysterious circumstances. Authorities report that a cryptic note was found at the scene, referencing a decade-old murder case that once led to the arrest of Russian Mafia leader Nicholas Romanov Fortune and three of his men. Investigators suspect the note may be linked to the elusive witness from the infamous case, though its meaning remains unclear. While speculation points to Mafia involvement, the execution of the crime was so precise—so methodically clean—that no traceable evidence has been left behind. With no leads