Mistery Novels & Stories

Esther looked up from the Magazine she was holding, she heard faint movements at her door. She dropped the magazine on her reading table along side with her glasses and walked towards the for to see what or who was there Esther swinged the door open and met her grandmother who was set on leaving. "Christiana" She turned abruptly "Ma" The awkward silence came in as they just stared at each other like long lost lovers. "Come in" Esther managed to say. "She looks exactly like her mother" was the thought running through Esther's head. The uncanny resemblance shook her to the core and it felt more like Tiana's presence came to hunt her but that would be the expression she wouldn't want Tiana to s

Wait, since when does a ghost wear a floral pattern dress? Clearing his throat slowly, Michael began to open his mouth to ask the mysterious figure. "Who are you?" Silence! 'Is my voice too small? I'll try asking louder' Michael thought while clearing his throat again. "Excuse me, are you deaf? I'm asking you! Who are you and why are you in my room?!" Michael asked, this time his voice is louder than before. And again, no answer! Feeling irritated, Michael got off his bed and approached the mysterious figure. Once behind her, he immediately turned the woman's body to face him, intending to scold her.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Her name was written beneath it. Maeve Cartel. Missing. Her hair, red brown. He stare at the hair in his hands. Red brown. He ran out of the office. He’d to get results if what he suspects is true. He was right at the forensic office, giving them the hair. “We have done it before, detective, why are you still bringing it here. It doesn’t match.” “This is different. I want to confirm something.” “Okay.” He gave the teddy bear to him, he took it.

Mike exclaimed with a horrible grin on his lips. Casya became nervous because of it, she thinks that he would be involved and that something bad might happen due to Mike's eagerness to find the killer. "Dark Snake, wherever you are I will surely find you," Mike whispered underneath his breath, as a grin flashed on his lips. P A R A D I S E C L U B Noisy, lights on and off, and a foul smell of cigarettes and alcohol welcomed Misty's nose as she entered the Paradise Club.

After hearing her words, Rebecca pounded the table excitedly and drew a conclusion, “Estelle, we guessed right! Mr. Mysterious is Cristofer's twin brother, and they look exactly the same! It must be like this! There’s no other possibility!” Somehow, Estelle still felt that something was wrong. “Rebecca, could it be that Mr. Mysterious is...” “I know what you are thinking about. You are afraid that Mr. Mysterious is Cristofer, right?” “Yes.” “That’s impossible,” Rebecca said. “I’ve got more information from Justin these days. Although it may not be useful, it can indirectly prove that Mr. Mysterious is not Cristofer. Justin said that Cristofer never wears perfume and couldn’t stand the smell

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?