Good Mystery Novels & Stories

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

A clean, contained thing. I looked at the boy arranging marshmallows into a pattern only he understood. I looked at the man sitting quietly across from me, one thumb tracing the rim of his mug. I took a sip of the hot chocolate, warm and slightly too sweet and exactly right, and understood, for the first time since stepping off that plane, that the thing I had been escaping toward had already shifted into something I hadn't planned for at all. I wasn't sure yet whether that was frightening or the opposite of it.

He pulled out a shot gun and cocked it,a serious gaze crossing his face as he stared at the mansion. " We've gone through our plans and I know no one is having second thoughts."He stared at the other two. Daniel nodded. However, Annabelle who had been quiet throughout the ride to the place,said nothing. "Babe?" Daniel turned to her. " What's wrong?" "Honestly, I'm just having a strange feeling.Something just doesn't feel right." She sighed,running her hand through her hair. She wasn't a stranger to sudden intuitions but this one was way too strong. Something was amiss but she couldn't put her finger on it.

And was it obvious to others? "Of course. Good luck." The mystery guy got into the car and backed out, taking Chloe away from utter doom.

I also got a pair of shoes just in case. We then got into the car and drove to the hotel. It was actually a nice hotel. It had paintings and even a copy of " The creation of Adam '' with these comfortable bathrobes and air conditioners that would make me shiver! And it had really nice service. We checked in and I knew right after I entered the room, there would be a problem. There’s only one bed, one!

I guess I'm still just having a hard time reconciling the motorcycle-riding bad boy I thought he was with the mansion-dwelling celebrity he actually is. A prickling sensation on the back of my neck makes me turn around. Rafe is standing in the doorway, studying me. There's a little furrow between his brows, and the corners of his mouth are drawn in, as if he's pondering something troubling. "I have a question," he says, coming forward and holding the beer out to me. "About how you found me." "Oh," I say, embarrassed again. The beer is icy cold against my hand, but that doesn't keep the heat from creeping up my back. "It was actually easier than I thought. I, uh, bought one of those maps that

her voice had a higher pitch as she said that making Hadassah more suspicious. “Then why do you sound like that?” she asked again with squinted eyes and Bella stood up flustered. “I don't know what you're talking about. A little piece of advice, stop watching those murder mysteries you always watch, it'll rot your brain.” She said as she stormed off. Now, Hadassah was really confused, what does her murder mystery shows had to do with this. Is it because the killer is usually the person they least suspect? She was about to piece something together when her phone rang. It was her mother.

The mysterious person was Visibly tired and Amon took advantage of it. Amon twisted his arm to the point of breaking it. He hit and hit the mysterious person several times. Just when Amon was about to take the final shot, I shouted. Amon stopped for a few seconds and in those seconds, I saw who the person was. Its similar features, its strong jaw and these beautiful eyes. Calyxte. Then Amon finished the work. I tried to run towards Georges but something was pulling me back. I saw Calyxte dying and I tried again and again to reach him but it was useless.

-MyMischievous_M (Warning: There's a typographical and grammatical error ahead so bear with the author because she's still learning and trying to be better day by day. SYNOPSIS: Majesty Greyish Lux is a detective who wants to unfold the truth about the crime that happened 10 years ago. Her first love got murdered and she was the only witness. But after 10 years the murderer is still unknown to her. She never saw the face of the man who murdered her first love so she chose to be a detective to find the culprit.

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.