Library Lover's Mystery Novels & Stories

She turns the knob step right inside and welcomes the promise and the desire that turns into somehow a breeding obsession between this book and the world’s prominent couple that hold’s the card. “The Lovers.” With the words and the thoughts that come rushing like a speed of light in the distant night. Her mind was somehow frozen and hindered by her critical thoughts in that very instance, as she saw and somewhat welcomes by the uninvited guess inside the void and time, where everything started. “Your Royal Highnesses.”

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

She mustered up the courage to open it up, seeing her text. From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight. Her jaw dropped on the floor as soon as she scrolled down the contents. There was a woman in front of her, and he’s tucking her hair behind her ear. It was a little blurry, but Sam can recognize who that woman was. Tilting her head to one side, she couldn’t help but to feel enraged. It’s similar to a volcano awoken for a thousand times over. The lava will came out as the final piece of information showed up in front of her eyes.

His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me. "I love riddles." I lied, I was just lucky today, lucky to get those answers and it seems heaven was working in my favour, because I answered some riddles correctly I am standing here with my crush, soon to be my boyfriend. "You remind me of my childhood friend." His word made me stop smiling immediately. "She loves riddles and can answer a lot, even the hardest, I am sure no one can beat her to it now." He smiles.

For the first time in a long time, Lore felt the danger of death lurking at his shoulder. As he flew, Lore couldn’t help but glance over at the beautiful woman. He felt a pull toward her, a magnetism. He admired the way she had remained level-headed when it had seemed all hope was lost. And now, as she glided through the air, he admired her fixed determination, the way she had not wavered for a moment in her decision to follow the strange light. For the first time since his cousin had run off with the vampire girl, he had an inkling as to why. The sensation wasn’t one that could be controlled. It was above reason, above logic. Lore realized, his heart pounding, that he may be falling in love

"Ms. Garcia, make sure you keep this one well. We've only got this many left. They're extremely rare. It's a shame that the Lovers' Poison is too hard to create. We researched for over ten years and the Lovers' Herbs that we have are about to deplete. Still, we can't produce the Lovers' Poison." Selena nodded. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of this one. What's the Lovers' Poison? Why is it so hard to produce?" "The Lovers' Poison is great. It can ensure that the person you love never leaves you. Its effect surpasses the Lovers' Herb by miles. It's just difficult to make because we don't have the recipe. We put a lot of effort and time into researching, but we haven't once succeeded." "Oh?

His lips twisted into a frown. His feet seem to choose his path before his mind was decided. He found himself drifting further into the quiet town. The delicate aroma led him to a large, dilapidated building seated in the center of town. Red curtains decorated the decaying windows, soft candle light illuminating the red. The sound of laughter echoed out into the streets. He knew this place. Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it.

--- That night, the mirrors outside gleamed with moonlight. They gathered around a small fire behind the house. Yvette opened the notebooks. Each page pulsed faintly with some inner glow. “They’re written in a mirror cipher,” she explained. “My mother never trusted anyone. Not even herself.” Tristan crouched beside her. “You think the answer’s in there?” “I know it is. The ritual that bound him. The one that failed. We can finish it. But we’ll need more than memory and mirrors.” Cara stared at the fire, her face pale. “What else?”

she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.

The agony of Mirabella not longing me has brought a rather unfamiliar thing to a heart that drums at a faster beat but with a lot more ache behind it. Soon I find myself in a dark and secluded park, one of those parks where couples dwell at night looking for a romantic spot to do what that lover does down here. Therefore comes the name, lover’s lane; it is not much a lane, but most definitely the perfect place to reap destruction. I need to get Mirabelle out of my head. She simply does not wish to go; her scent, yet her presence lies thick in my head.