Miss Marple: The Secret Of Chimneys นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said and looked at the mansion. "What do you mean by secret room? Does the one like 50 Shades of Gray?" I quickly turned to her because of what she said. She was still laughing so I pulled her out. "What?!" "For example, basement or underground space." She removed the ball pen from her mouth and seemed to think. She looked around her for a moment before turning to me again. "Mother used to tell me that whenever the Lazarus came home, they were often downstairs. I'm not sure what they're referring to but maybe that is," said Erika, and looked at me.

I knew there was something so I searched desperately for it, there wasn't a painting in the room, just a bookshelf and a plain old wall. Out of all the Sherlock Holmes movies that I had watched and the fact that I was in a Mafia home, I couldn't help but believe that it was the bookshelf that was the secret passage and this meant there was a key. Probably a book on the shelf. But which book? Erotica, romance or Mafia. That wasn't it! Was it? Maybe it was the book in the middle but I pulled that out and it didn't do a thing. None of my thoughts or expertise proved a thing, it was almost like I was worrying too much and at this point, my nerves were all giddy.

The bright wall lights cast long shadows across the stone walls, and the chandeliers overhead glow with an eerie, warm light. The scent of burning wood and something sweet drifts through the air. Achilles inhales deeply. “Is that—” “Cinnamon,” I finish, already grinning. We follow the scent to the kitchen, where Mara stands over a bubbling pot, her hair piled messily atop her head. She doesn’t turn around as she says, “Took you long enough.” Achilles grins. “Miss me?” She snorts. “Like I’d miss a plague.”

Once inside, I place the mac and cheese onto my desk and removes one of the oven mitts before I begin searching the book shelf to the right of my desk. “What are you doing?” Getting a puzzled look from Sky, I ignore his questioning gaze. “You’ll see.” Finding what I am looking for, I pull out a book titled “Hidden Secrets” and smirk as the shelf slowly moves to the right side. Sky lets out a low whistle as I place on the mitt once again before picking up the pan and climbing the stairs in the hidden passage way. "Wow." Is Sky's only response.

I ignored my phone, let the missed calls pile up — all from Melissa. Azrael’s name lingered at the top of my texts, unread. No follow-up. No threats. Just that first, final message: “We’ll speak again when you're ready.” I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready. By the third day, I realized I couldn’t stay here. The apartment smelled like him — like his cologne, his coffee, the laundry detergent we’d chosen together. Every drawer I opened held pieces of our life. Mugs with inside jokes. Receipts from takeout. His damn hoodie still hanging on the back of the chair.

Pamela approached the reception with confidence ‘Good evening ma’m, how may I help you?’ the receptionist asked ‘Evening to you too. I am wondering if you can help me, I was here the other night and I am suspecting that I left my jacket in one of your rooms.’ Pamela murmured ‘”No problem ma’m I am sure you will find it. We have a lost and found department were we keep all items that are left behind.’ He scrolled in his computer, ‘if you may please, may I have the date and the number and the room you stayed in so that I can check for you in the system.’ The receptionist asked

The others watched while the team collected possible evidence, fingerprints, footprints, hair samples, whatever they could find. “The washroom is located near the interconnecting door. It means that if Liam was indeed in the washroom, he and Marianne were kidnapped first before Adam and Vera,” said officer Berkeley as he investigated further. “Wait, the nursery is interconnected to Mr. And Mrs. Smithfield’s room as well. This is interesting!” said the officer and he walked into aunt Maggie’s room again through the interconnecting door. “Yeah, Aunt Maggie needs to feed Marianne every two hours. So we had to have an interconnecting door here,” said Cara.

Late nights turned into covert missions, as we huddled together, researching, investigating, and piecing together the fragments of his deception. One evening, as we searched through Ethan's study, Arielle discovered a hidden compartment in his desk. Excitement coursed through us as we revealed a stack of letters, each one written with a passionate fervor that stabbed at my heart. They were from a woman named Victoria - a colleague of Ethan's. Ariella's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt as she read one of the letters aloud. "Ethan, my love, my heart aches for your touch. I yearn for the day when we can be together, free from the shackles of secrecy."

Williams' Mansion Manhattan, New York, US. 1 Year Ago… Claire stepped into a room that had always been closed—locked as if that room was a secret place that no one could enter. At least, that has been happening for the last two years since she returned from the UK. She turned her head when she saw the door of the room was opened by the maid—Michael's old room before his room moved to the first floor, right beside her room. "You are going to clean this room?" She asked the maid.

_____________________________________________ (Victor Ashford’s Office) “Come in.” The door opened slowly. Vanessa Cole stepped inside, Mr Victor’s right hand secretary. Her dress clung to her figure like it was designed to be noticed, short, fitted, leaving just enough to the imagination while still making it impossible not to look. Victor’s eyes followed her instantly, he slowly sucker his lower lips, his eyes still fixed on her huge round hips as he swallowed. “Close the door.” He said, and of course she obeyed for a moment none of them spoke,