Good Mystery Suspense Books Novels & Stories

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

“Look at me. I am pure mundane, yet I have more understanding of things than most magicals that I’ve met. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t resent it sometimes.” “Does it help you to decipher who’s the good guy and who’s the bad?” I asked with sincerity as my mind went to thoughts of Cecil and Archie. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I was trained as a private investigator. We’re supposed to be able to read body language and the like. Yet, I was fooled by my last client and, now, Nora is in a brothel in another dimension and I barely escaped with my life,” I said. “You’re referring to your neighbors, the Havershafts. Right?” she asked.

Lookin' good girl! Instantaneously, a certain book caught my interest in Cryx's desk. My heart fluttered and my eyes twinkled, I grabbed the book and flipped some of its pages. Oh my! It's my Aunt's book! It was entitled, 'Agent Asteria', which was a mystery thriller. When it was first released last year, the bookstores had it sold out on the first day because of how much of a hit it was to the public, it got an outstanding review from the Times and even won awards internationally. Not to mention it's my favorite book of hers. It certainly deserves the title of 'best'.

Okay, I really need to go to bed now, I might be hallucinating who knows. Gradually I walked up to the dining room and packed my books and other materials I used for my study, just as I turned towards the stairs the light suddenly went off and I froze. It wasn't just because the light went off suddenly. I felt… a presence. I swallowed the bile I feel rise up my throat and closed my eyes counting 1… 2… 3 to calm my raging heart. I don’t want to get a heart attack because of this, when I felt my heart wasn’t beating at an unusual rhythm I turned around slowly and opened my eyes to see who was standing behind me.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

What puzzling me the most was the black car that could have killed her instantly. Jerome found the number bizarre at first look. He traced the plate number this morning, but we found out that it wasn’t even registered.

I didn’t want to be bothered. “The night looks beautiful” a strange voice from a man sounded with a dangerously low tone sending chills down my spine. He looked mysterious, was dressed in a black hood and sweatpants. His eyes held a malevolent glint, hinting at a hidden agenda. He approached me. I panicked and asked shakily. “What do you want from me? Stay away” I nervously said as I backed up until there was nowhere else to go, trying desperately not to show how scared he made me. But it seemed my warning held no power because he continued walking slowly till he got to me.

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

She felt a connection to history as she did, and it made her feel alive. She also couldn’t help feeling, every time she picked up a book, that it held a riddle, some mystery to be solved—and that thrilled her. For some reason, she had always felt that there was a mystery lingering in her consciousness, something she needed to solve. She didn’t know what. It didn’t make sense, and that bothered her. When she worked on a rare book, at least she could solve clues she couldn’t put her fingers on in real life.

Audrey revealed. She hurriedly rushed to her room in search of the book; she opened the shelf and there it was the ancient book of mysteries. She took the heavy book back to the living room, everyone was seated, they had placed Zedicus' body on the table. Audrey began to open pages of the big book and continued as she searched for any solution to this mystery but it seemed none was coming forth.