Novel & Cerita Good Romantic Mystery Books

The kind of pain that did not get better or worse, just sat there and made itself known. I stopped outside the front door and found my key and unlocked it, and standing there in the dark hallway of my own house I felt the familiar smell of it hit me, something that smelled like Marcus and old books and the particular kind of quiet that settled into a house when nobody had been in it for a few days. I left my suitcase by the door and went into the kitchen and stood there in the dark for a moment without turning on the light. The house felt very empty. I was used to being alone, I had been alone plenty of times, but this kind of empty feeling felt different.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

And Ronnie, as if following the unseen path and trail, his hands sensationally, traveled up to her lacy black bra and gently cupped her breasts in his palms. Overridden with sensation, passing through every inch of her entire skin and body, she pulled him closer to her. He gently moved his hands from her breasts, freeing his palms from cupping her up and then to her back. He traced his way through to the hooks of her black lacy bra sensationally moving upwards and downwards as if searching for a treasure chest until he felt the hooks. He gently unhooked her bra and then gently took it off her skin and unto the bed beside them.

“Let me ask, why did you choose those books, Lady Roxanne?” “They're my favorite genres. The plot twists and jump scares are amazing. They're thrilling to read and it keeps me going, but romance, it bores me to death.” “I've never met a girl who enjoys murder mysteries. I thought that was for the men. But you seem like the type who could read such terrifying books and still sleep soundly,” he remarked. I smiled knowingly.“Nice to meet you again.” Beta Miles looked amused for a reason I didn't understand. “Trust me, I would rather have a dragon than a mate.”

Eyes that will probably hunt her for the rest of her life after this case. Was it worth the risk, pursuing this friendship? Could she even call it a friendship when the two of them were obviously trying to get into each other's pants again? Having a romantic relationship as an agent is, admittedly, difficult. She had seen romantic relationships fail and gone through a couple of rough ones herself. That was why she had decided on not pursuing one and occasionally getting laid with a stranger. But this stranger had a name and a penchant for twisting her panties in a bunch. Charlie's phone vibrated on the table. With an apologetic look at Maddox, she read the message from Jake.

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.

Guilt makes my stomach twist and turn, but I still have every intention of finding out what was in that book, one way or another. You could just ask him, I think. But after our conversation on the beach this morning, when he got upset at me simply for researching him, I have a feeling that won't end well. If anything, I'm afraid it will decrease my chances of learning the truth - if Rafe has something to hide from me, I suspect the book would disappear before I had the chance to look in it again. I hear him enter the room behind me, feel the familiar, pleasurable rush of sensation down my back. How is it that no matter how many questions or doubts I have about him, my body still reacts this