Historical Fiction Mystery Book Novels & Stories

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

Sleeping on the same bed became a habit for her, at first it bothered her to the extant of waking up with muscle cramps every single morning during the first couple weeks, she would become tense and rigid every time he joined her to bed. ... "So what book are you going to choose ?"Asked a curious Ethan as they both stood in front of the non ending shelves while Rebecca already sat on her own rocker. "This one." she put her finger on an old looking book "Old bloodline." he read the title. "I see you like historical books, well there you go now i have to find a book to read too." he spoke as she took a seat on the crimson red armchair just next to the fireplace. Maids brought tea and pastries

That woman and so many others seemed upset because I didn’t know anything, but maybe if I learned something, they would be less upset. Either way, I was curious. Why are you white wolves? Was my first question. As I kept reading, I came up with more questions, but none of what the book was saying made any sense to me. It sounded like a fairytale instead of a history book. I didn’t remember much from school, but I remembered that there were dates and places all over the place, but here were none in this book. Why aren’t there any dates in the history book? I opened my door and walked out to the dining area where Tony, Matt, and I would usually eat. I sat there as it was about lunchtime and wa

BELLA I followed Ciro into a warehouse at Hoboken Port, approximately an hour away from Brooklyn. My heart was thundering and could come out any minute. I didn’t know what was awaiting me. I could kill Elias. But I needed answers first. I wanted to know if my sister had any true fault in it. There were two men by the door, both Outfit soldiers, which alerted me more. None of these men could recognise me or Matteo and Nonno would be in trouble.

Her hair fell around her face like a shield, and she was scribbling notes with the kind of intensity that meant she'd discovered something big. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she kept glancing around like she expected someone to sneak up on her. Whatever she was researching, it wasn't for a school project. I grabbed a random economics textbook and settled at a table where I could keep an eye on her without being obvious about it. From here, I could see the cover of her book. "The Dark Royals." “Shit.” “That's not good,” my wolf agreed. “Ancient pack histories are full of dangerous information. Things people killed to keep secret.”

“Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.” Liya was right. The book was shoved behind two giant books, and its front cover had been ripped off. I held Jodie with one arm, stretching the other to get the book off the shelf. My eyes squinted as I tried to read the words on the first page. “Cursed in Crimson: The Tale of Ancient Red Wolves,” I read under my breath. Flavia heard me and stepped towards me with about five books in her hands. She etched, “Interesting. That might help us with solving the mystery around Elder Calvin’s death.”

There were entries made at different times, as if someone had meticulously detailed whatever had been happening at that moment in time. As Eric had said, many stories were woven together. I often stopped to question Eric on the authenticity of what I was reading. He confirmed my thoughts. These were truly historic books that had been kept within the royal family for centuries. I scanned through some parts of the stories, until I stumbled onto something interesting. “Eric?” I asked. “Yes, sweetheart?” he asked looking over to me. “What does this mean?” I asked, pushing the book towards him. He scanned the contents before he looked up at me. “Holy shit!”.

"Adrian entered the Chamber of Stories." The next page... was completely blank. Adrian looked up. "It hasn't been written." "No." The stranger answered. "It hasn't been chosen." The words echoed through the endless library. Adrian slowly closed the book. "So history isn't fixed?" The mysterious man smiled. "History is fixed." "Choices are not." He walked toward another enormous shelf. This one contained hundreds of books. Every one bore Adrian's name. Some books were burned. Some were soaked in water. Some were stained with blood.

She glanced down, silently noting that the book in my hands was upside down. I blushed, having not noticed myself, and put the book on the table. I had borrowed it from Leila in an attempt to distract myself from thoughts of escaping. But truth be told, I wasn’t much interested in books, especially not this thick tome on the royal history of Hescor. The only books that had ever captured my interest were the forbidden romance stories I used to find under her nanny’s pillow, filled with dirty language and obscenity. My nanny thought she had hidden them well, but Evelyn had easily discovered them, devouring them in secret whenever I could.

It could easily have been a school or a boarding school. Nathan's scent was in that hallway, so he assumed there must be something hidden there, but all he saw was an office. She went in, closing the door behind her. That place was the best place she had ever seen in her whole life, full of books and a lot of handwriting. She picked up the first book she found, and it was one of her favorites, only this was a first edition. She sat down on the nearest sofa and swung her legs up. The story takes place in rural England in the early 19th century.