Light-hearted Mystery Books Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice quieter this time, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the shop. I glanced at him, “I love them,” I said, running my fingers along the spines of the books. “They’re like an escape—a way to step into another world, even if it’s just for a little while.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. “I get that,” he said, his voice barely audible. I stopped in front of a section labeled Legends and Lore. The titles immediately caught my eye: The Myths of Moonsdale, The Wolves of the Moonlight, The Moon’s Chosen.

Flustered and vaguely panicked, she hurried toward the car before quickly slipping into the backseat by the window, Sabba settling beside her moments later. Her heartbeat still refused to steady properly. Even without looking ahead, she remained painfully aware of his presence. “Hello, Maa. How have you been?” A strangely cheerful voice suddenly called out from the passenger seat, startling all of them at once. Ahmed carried the kind of effortless energy that instantly lightened the atmosphere around him. “Oh, Ahmed!” Neelam aunty’s face brightened immediately. “It’s lovely to have you join us, child. I hope you’re doing well.”

"I'm serious, I know exactly what I'm saying and doing. If you didn't understand, feel free to review the security tapes." I stepped back slowly. Without a second thought, I turned and walked away. As I passed the trash can where the gift was in, I picked it up and flung it at the man trailing behind me. "Handing out gifts before it's even your turn, Mr. Smith? You're quite the generous one. Looks like wedding bells are calling for you. Here's to a lifetime of happiness and loving family!" I rounded the last corner of the office when Marvin's angry voice chased after me.

His mother finally caught on, pointing her finger at me, "You're sneaky, Sharon! My son almost fell for your tricks!" People started to realize what was going on, and the murmurs of disapproval were palpable. One of his friends laughed. "Who says Ms. Lawrence isn't materialistic? Without her name, she's just like the rest of us." "Yeah, she wants Milton to be her sucker. Who does she think she is?" Amid the mocking, I stuffed the paper into my pocket and sighed.

Wendy overheard the conversation. She felt numbed. Did Lucas fake his cancer? Lucas, supposedly frail, threw his blanket off and jumped out of bed. The person beside him handed him a cigarette as if it were the norm. Lucas, smoking a cigarette, looked nothing like the man Wendy remembered—the one who always had a gentle smile for her. "Anyway, she never had much money. I didn't expect her to hand over all her money. I was surprised."

Tossing the dregs of the soup into a bin, I follow my feet across the road and into the store. The lighting is dim.... It's selling books.... Surely they need lights.... .... and has that odd mix of scents you find in such places, old leather, mildew, paper and dust. It doesn't matter. What I came for is right ahead of me. "Hello, Mitch." She startles, jolting back on her haunches from where she is peering at low shelves of travel books. "Oh! Hello, Larry." She stands, a tattered volume in one hand, pushing her hair back behind her ears with the other. Then she smiles at me. "That's not a face I expected to see. Do you come here often?"

But then again, he didn't think Damien needed too much light. The room was already spacious, and the cooling from the air conditioner was also enough. Again, a chandelier hung above, serving as the secondary source of light. Mark took a book from the floating bookshelf just beside the window and caressed it. "Too neat," Mark said, "Yet so old." He flipped open the book, "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." Mark mused, skimming the summary of the book. Of course, he had quite some collections of books himself, but he was more interested in science fiction and mystery than Gothic horrors.

she said, he nodded and kept it back in his pocket, he brought out his books with a frustrated look, his life just kept getting complicated..... The backyard of the house belonging to the town mayor swirled as a dark ring ripped open in the fabric of time, it rotated in an anticlockwise manner.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

’ Clara asked. The Colfers looked at each other and shrugged, ‘Mostly, I think,’ John, his dad answered. 'Some of them are first editions, so the books are just there for decoration,’ he said, smiling. ‘So, Clara, my dear, Sebastian said you wanted to talk to us. What is this about?’ his mom pried. ‘Sam, let the girl sit and relax before you interrogate her,’ John scolded his wife.