Misteri Gloomy Sunday Novels & Stories

“I will going out to buy a coffee and as I came back, we are going to leave okay?” “Okay,” she only replied and stood up, holding the paper bag. I waited her to go in the bathroom first before I left in the hotel. I entered at my car and drives it heading towards the Dogtown Coffee that is only nearby. I quickly goes out as I arrived and take an order. While I am waiting for my order, my attention caught by the TV screen hanged in the wall as I heard Christmas's name. “The CEO of the Earl Grey corporation is now looking for his missing wife, Christmas Antebellum Grey. She had been missing this couple days and for anyone who finds her will be rewarded $10,000. This was also–”

"Under the same night sky, we find solace in the stars." ~Unknown The weather was absolutely stunning, with the rain ceasing and the sky adorned with clouds. A pleasant buzz filled the atmosphere. It was already late at night, around ten o'clock, as Luna Jackson strolled through the lawn, donning a light blue shirt with her long, silky hair cascading freely. She anxiously awaited the return of her father, who had been away on a business trip abroad for several days.

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Smiling crookedly, Mister Cold poured tea from the pot into the cup. There was absolutely no remorse on his face. The look in the man's eyes even looked satisfied. "Stupid woman," he mumbled faintly. “No one can disturb me. You should know that." After taking a sip, Mr. Cold carried his cup to a chair by the window. From there, he could see snow falling from the sky and strong winds starting to stir the pines. "Will there be another storm tonight?”

Nathan's POV A call came in almost immediately. The voice on the other end sounded hesitant. "Nathan, when did you get back? You were there for the autopsy. It's been years now—don't you think it's time to let go?" The voice kept droning on, but I couldn't hear a single word. I hung up. My eyes stayed locked on their fading figures in the distance. For three years, I dreamed of Emily Cross every single night. Her eyes, her brows, the tiny mole at the corner of her eye—everything was exactly the same. There's no way I could be wrong.

My brows furrowed as I tried to remember the day until I realized it was Friday. On one of the days of the week, Tristan had to work late and stay at the office to finish the new wine product experiment for Laurent. But the same night, just an hour after I received the news from Andreas and decided to go to the Osvaldo Golijov Classical Music Opera in downtown New York, I saw Tristan accompanying Isabella Thorton watching the same show. Their presence jolted my heart and brought back memories of that night. Everything spun, and their laughter filled every corner of my mind until my thoughts, until my hands unconsciously clenched the opera ticket I’d been holding.

I hesitated before answering. “Mr. Graham,” came Mr. Brownlow’s voice. “Apologies, sir. We couldn’t locate the criminals.” I closed my eyes for a moment, then spoke. “Nemesis will catch up with them someday. I appreciate your efforts, Mr. Brownlow. Thank you, and thank your team as well.” “You’re welcome, sir. We’ve already booked our return flight. We’ll be back in Glasgow by dawn.” “Good.” I was about to hang up when he added something that made my blood stir.

Chapter 20: "Deceptive Truth," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 08 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ 2nd Midnight ║ The sinister atmosphere in the room seems to grow longer and darker with each passing minute. Hushed whispers and muffled giggles fill the air, as my nervous glances and the flickering glances of lights I am perceiving gave me an exchanged of fear around the table.

If you tell a lie, you’ll need another lie to cover that one up. Sudden rumbling was heard above them and they looked up just to see the sky darken and grey clouds began to surround it. Jake grumbled. “ Since the beginning of this semester, one hasn’t seen the sun. If it is not rain, it is fog. Weird, right?” He turned to Daniel. “ Yeah.” Daniel muttered absentmindedly. “ Weird.” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Jake, what's up?” “Bro, I heard. Sorry. I hope you are feeling better?”

31st December, 1998 Undisclosed location James Roberts What have I gotten myself into?, I knew that name somewhere- JG. Joel Gustav, the most notorious crime boss in the whole of America. How on earth do I tell the first lady that her daughter is with the most feared crime boss. If he knew I was investigating him, he'll have my head faster than I can say my name. What do I do?. I was left with only one option and with that, I picked up my phone.