Light-hearted Mystery Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She said furiously and I chuckled saying. "What happened you got up this early... and more to that reading a... book?" She raised a brow saying "Just because you often see me sleeping in the morning doesn't mean I sleep all night. And by the way. Reading is my hobby. And this is a Novel called Darling don't run away. Not just a book" I sat close to her as she was looking at my every action from head to toe. "What!?" I asked looking at her expression "Not. Nothing. It's just that. You're distracting." she said and i raised my brows

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

her cold tone sent shivers down Louise's spine. She bit her lip as she tightens her hold of Aimee. Out of the corner of her eyes, she can see the shadows practically enveloping the whole room, if she can't make a move now. Both of them will soon be swallowed by them. Taking a deep breath, she elevates her unoccupied hand slightly as her eyes began glowing. Light energy began gathering around her and Aimee, and all the shadows that tried to halt her from casting a spell vanished as soon as it touches the light energy. With a snap of her finger, both she and Aimee have vanished into thin air.

It looked very ancient as it was torn at some edges. “I picked this up during one of my research trips.” She said as she handed the book to Annabelle. “ It has some information on Luke but it doesn’t state his weakness. Although it did leave some clues. Difficult clues.” Annabelle opened the book. The words were written as if from a feather dipped in ink which signified the age of the book. Annabelle read it out:

" I asked her and started to stand up. "They had an emergency, so they went back to the site." I nodded as if she can see me. "All right, wait for me. I love you!" then I hang up. I got the box under my bed and stared at the gifts I have there. I think that Raphael is weird, and he's playing with us. Why would he do such? He's so creepy. In this world and time, it isn't easy to trust. I got the violet plastic flowers and cards that he's given me. I segregated them all. I got a card and read the letter inside,

I removed it from his mouth and firmly held it 'til he gave me an answer I'll be satisfied with. “Why here?” He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling as if the answers were there. And after what seemed like an eternity, he finally looked at me with a smile on his face and eyes emitting with something that made me feel safe even if I am with a stranger. “I guess I want too much.” He was definitely a riddle. I shook my head with an amused smile on my lips. I finally gave him his cigarette and I lit it with his lighter. “What does that make you feel?” I asked, pertaining to his cigarette.

Or both. Who hurt my little wolf. I approach slowly. “You always look that serious when you’re reading, or is it just this one?” She startles, but then her mouth lifts into a soft grin. There it is. She raises the book slightly so I can see the cover. THE LIGHTHOUSE LETTERS “It’s good,” she says. “Bit slow, but kind of addictive.” I lean a little closer, voice low. “Let me guess. Mysterious stranger? Scary coastline? Lots of longing?”

Then there were his psychology books and books on wilderness craft. His gaze fell on a small cluster of volumes of English literature, some that Faith had convinced him to try. While he couldn't bring himself to read them, he hadn't been able to part with them, either. The top shelf held an extensive collection of contemporary bestsellers, and it was one of those he chose, a mystery thriller, as he heard the first roll of thunder. "Yep, Bear, it seems like a 'dark and stormy night' kind of night." He gave the dog a pat as he settled down in his chair.

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

I was in the library as usual reading a book I picked from the shelf when the door suddenly opened. The devil was back! He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “Nice choice of book for someone as innocent as you”. The book was about murder. A mystery novel to help keep my mind occupied rather than dwelling on my problems. I liked romance as much as the next girl but needed something darker and more compelling. Something more relatable to the state of my life.