Novel & Cerita Medical Mystery Novels

She licked her lips. "Hmm, who does not know the Alpha of this pack." She said and I looked at her with scrutiny. Really? Who does not? She is fishy. * * This book is weird 😂... I don't even understand what is going on with Connor and Alyssa.

He began hitting the door and called for help but no one answered his cries. Joe fell to the floor and was starting to lose feeling in his muscles. He held out his hand in desperation and touched the door with his finger. His touch seemed to somehow unlock the door from inside. The bolts clicked open and the padlocks broke off and the door creaked open. Joe got up and ran out of the cold room. He ran along the corridors and whenever he got close to a door, it would open by itself. His palms were as bright as the sun and he looked at them with confusion. Weird things had happened to Joe before but nothing as weird as this. He didn't think too much about it but instead saw it as a golden oppor

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

Having Clara as a hollow-eyed ghost of a shell, like she was before she met Celine and Baz, made him worry. To veer her mind from wandering again and potentially slicing off a finger, he asked about Navio. This topic got her started with what happened as soon as she arrived on the scene. ‘Minus the sexy parts,’ she smiled secretly. The FBI visit, the list they had uncovered, and suspicions about her uncle and dad involved in the explosion.

•••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story. Like the sequel, this is also written in 1st person narrative. If you've come this far and have read The Heir's Secret Obsession and The Alpha's Dhampirica, thanks a million ❤ Your continued support and interest in my stories is what keeps me going. Thanks for being patient! For the new readers' sake, the first few chapters (all free!) contain scenes from the first two books in this mafia romance series to provide some context and background info on the main characters' relationships.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

There were many good books in this library and Steve was enjoying himself as he read through some of them. His favourite was Werewolves: Origins. It intrigued him because the author was unknown which gave the book more mystery. He also noticed some books and was certain Emma had read them. Healing with Magic. The Cure is Everywhere. Steve also noticed that the authors were anonymous. It was as if the library only kept books of mysterious authors. It piqued his interest and made him wonder how Emma’s father had gotten his hands on these books.

As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed. When did I start getting suspicious of Vonn and his crew? Oh, right. It was after I handed over $15,000 to some dude claiming to be Vonn's ex. The more I mulled it over, the more things did not add up. I headed to the police station to share my suspicions. I thought they would laugh me off, but boy, was I in for a surprise. It turned out there had been a string of killings in town, and all the victims were rich, bachelor types living alone.

The uncertainty was driving me insane. My heart raced as I stared at the ceiling, pacing back and forth, waiting for him to come as expected. But in the silence of the cell, I felt a sudden overwhelming sensation of dread as if a thousand icy fingers were clawing at my soul. It was not a fear of the prison itself, nor even my uncertain fate. No, this fear was different. It felt as if I was losing something precious, something vital. It felt like a fabric of reality was unraveling around me, like I was being pulled apart by a force I couldn't just comprehend. I didn't even know what it was. I couldn't tell.

But I haven't been able to make up my mind about it yet, so I'm still on the fence. "Web novels?" Miranda repeated in surprise. "What kind of web novels?" Mindy smiled awkwardly. "Urban romance." Miranda was speechless for a while. Mindy was a published mystery novelist. Back when mystery novels had been all the craze, Mindy made her grand debut with "Murder Weapon" and sold half a million copies. Later in the same year, her follow-up thriller novel, "The Deserted School", broke her personal sales record in a very short time as well.