Holiday Mystery Books Novels & Stories

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.

Little things like cards, ornaments, food, and toys. He would see his great grandparents soon when they came to feast with them—an actual feast. The kitchens already smelt of roast turkey and pork. Sweet smells of fruits and nuts. Hilda had been baking for weeks for the whole of Yule. They could make a yule log-tree from all the yule logs that had the kitchen staff had made for the feast. Cookies, cakes, loaves of bread, and other yummy things made or on the list to make. Tomorrow they would do the traditional gathering of the decorations. No tacky plastic Santas or silver tinsel were part of the setup, set up, and it was going to be so cool. These would be real branches of many trees and pl

“I will going out to buy a coffee and as I came back, we are going to leave okay?” “Okay,” she only replied and stood up, holding the paper bag. I waited her to go in the bathroom first before I left in the hotel. I entered at my car and drives it heading towards the Dogtown Coffee that is only nearby. I quickly goes out as I arrived and take an order. While I am waiting for my order, my attention caught by the TV screen hanged in the wall as I heard Christmas's name. “The CEO of the Earl Grey corporation is now looking for his missing wife, Christmas Antebellum Grey. She had been missing this couple days and for anyone who finds her will be rewarded $10,000. This was also–”

Amidst the revelry, the strains of joyous carols mingled with the soft laughter of children, weaving a tapestry of holiday magic that enveloped the city in a luminous embrace. As the night unfolded, a hush descended upon both Maria and Asmo, their thoughts converging on a shared moment of longing and unspoken yearning. Beneath the verdant boughs of mistletoe, their hearts intertwined across the vast expanse that separated them, drawn together by the ineffable pull of the holiday spirit. The soft glow of candlelight bathed their surroundings in a warm, golden hue, casting a tender glow upon the whispered wishes that unfurled into the night.

I inspected the grounds. I plunged towards the thick snow and buttoned my coat, slowly pacing towards the abandoned tent. I see no sign of human life but a newly built campfire, just as I thought. I looked around. "They must have stayed here." The tent was shredded, some of its cloth grazed on the ground. I saw pots, utensils and a few books. I grab the books and skimmed through the pages. There were pictures of weird-looking plants and some alphabets I couldn't understand. Was this the herbalist's textbook?

One afternoon, as they sat on the porch swing, Nanny Mama Hazel, her eyes twinkling with amusement, announced, "Theo, I have a surprise for you!" Theo, his face alight with curiosity, leaned forward, his small hand reaching out to touch Nanny Mama Hazel's. "What is it, Nanny Mama Hazel?" Nanny Mama Hazel smiled, her voice a gentle melody. "I've been saving this for a special occasion. It's a book, a very special book." She reached into her bag and pulled out a beautifully illustrated book, its cover adorned with a picture of a firefly. Theo's eyes widened with delight.

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

“This is amazing! I can already picture the illustrations for our story.” As they explored the main room, they discovered remnants of the past—an old, rusted stove, a tattered armchair, and a dusty bookshelf filled with cracked spines. Jace brushed his fingers across the books, intrigued by their titles, some of which seemed to speak of adventures and mysteries. “Look at this one!” Mia exclaimed, pulling a book from the shelf. It was titled *Whispers of the Woods*. “It’s about the legends surrounding this area. We have to read it!”

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.