Good Mystery Novels & Stories

I reached for my phone and put a call through my boss "hello love.. I'm sorry for being late....I just woke up not quite long..am not kidding...okay....yeah,spare me an hour or so....am so sorry.... thanks a bunch... don't worry, I'll make it to you....yahp ... I promise.... alright,gadbye dear....am also missing you..see you ASAP..okay take care. I ended the call and the air in the room dropped. The atmosphere changed as my mother-in-law asked me who I called.i smiled at her and told her it was my boss. It seems she's feeling bad for her son thinking I called my lover but I wasn't pissed at her because there's no mother that would want her child to be cheated on .

It was how they always worked. Only right now it wasn’t working and they weren’t enjoying it. They shouldn’t have held the meeting at Sam’s apartment, the place held too many recent memories. “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it matters, it’s a key plot driver. It’s like having a murder mystery and never finding out who does the murder.” “But that’s the point, you just said the key word.” “What key word—murder?” “No, mystery, that’s what make it so unnerving, the audience is never sure who sends him the links, we let them work it out for themselves, so they project their own fears onto it.”

he smiled mischievously, humour in his expression, and she felt a sudden warmth spread through her, seeing a side to him that was endearing. “What is your favourite book Genevieve ?” he asked her as he put a piece of bread and cheese in his mouth. “I tend to read books on ghosts and things like that.” He laughed, “Why?” “I guess it’s the mystery of the unknown, the fascination of whether it’s true or not.” “I see what you mean. Everyone loves a good mystery don’t they? Especially to things that we can never really know the truth about.” He looked at her perceptively. Again she felt as though his words held hidden meaning and guilt flooded her at the thought of

Mr Blaze went out his car and looked around to make sure the place his secured before he went into a building Mrs Hareites private investigator followed diligently..making sure he isn't cought. When he entered the building, he was a little confused because he didn't see any passage.. but just a wall. Mr Blake had already noticed he was being followed..so he made himself invisible and so were the things around him He did this..if in case this person is a human, he'll know what to do next but if this person is a god like him, He'll definetly find out who exactly is behind this investigation..

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

" Well, won't you call him back? he sounded really worried over the phone" Now something was surely wrong with her brother, he must be high on something or must have hit his head somewhere, and lost his memory. Did he forget who Goodluck was and was transpired between them, this was indeed a new version of Maxwell. Something was surely wrong. Joy's voice brought them back from their thought. "This is a mystery" Mystery pregnancy! Are you sure you were not raped?

He explained as we walked across the wooden bookshelves. "I guess they finally came in handy." He glanced at me briefly. "So here you have it, all to yourself. I'm sure you can get all the information you need." "Yes." I answered but that was a blatant lie. I was totally clueless, I'm not even conversant with grimoires let alone knowing the right one to pick. My pace suddenly halted as I heard a persistent whisper. I couldn't comprehend the language but I was drawn to it. I looked left, my eyes darted to one of the old brown books on the shelf. I moved towards it on impulse, perhaps this was the book. I tried reaching for it but it was a few meters above me. I jumped but it was all to no ava

I grumbled as I rose from my seat and made my way to the parlor. I opened the door to see two men dressed in slacks and buttoned shirts. One man had a chain around his neck and at the end of the chain hung a badge. The other man wore his badge at his waist. Great. Cops. “what can I do for you, Detective?” I questioned in annoyance. “Miss Bella Salvatore, I am Detective Cage, and my Partner Detective Anderson, would you mind answering a few questions?” One of the detectives spoke as he flashed his badge.

The once cohesive pack now operated under a cloud of fear and uncertainty, their leader's unpredictability casting a long shadow over their lives. One evening, as Ethan sat in his study, he couldn't escape the images of the woman he had killed. Her face, twisted in terror, haunted his every thought. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He needed to regain control, to bury the guilt that threatened to consume him. --- Meanwhile, Bella continued her discreet inquiries despite being barred from Ethan's presence. She knew something was terribly wrong, and she was determined to uncover the truth. Her concern for Selene and the well-being of the pack drove her to seek answers,

“I want you to ransack her bag and bring whatever you find there.” Immediately Drey nodded and left my office. I moved to my laptop, typing in some things. Long time ago, I had installed camera's st tge gate of the Moon Blood Pack. I wanted to know everything going on with my uncle. With this new discovery, I zoom in to the camera at the mansion. There were numerous cars driving out of the mansion. I frowned. Whatever was going on, my uncle was up to something.