My Mystery Lover Novels & Stories

The warmth spreading through my veins, dulling the restless edge coiled beneath my skin. The study is warm, and dimly lit with its heavy oak shelves casting long shadows across the Persian rug. A single lamp burns on the desk, spilling amber light across the crystal decanter and with the two glasses I placed there earlier. Two glasses. Not one. Because I knew she would come. Camille Laurent has never been able to resist a mystery and she’s always been a curious little cat! And tonight I’ve given her the biggest mystery of her life so late or not she’s going to make it.

his confession brought tears in my eyes. I hugged him tightly for loving me so much. I can see every family member of mine is looking at us adoration and pride. Huge round of applause made us apart from our hug. Thank you so much God for bringing my boring life to interesting, heart breaks, love and most importantly happiest one. I love you so much my dear husband. I don't know why he calls me mysterious? But I was never mysterious, right? THE END.

She told him she had erased the memory of their conversation on the balcony. Lixue searched again for the headless person as she turned away from her stepsisters. She didn’t restart time immediately and even saw her father move away from her stepmother. “Dad, I can’t see him we need to touch him before he dies,” Lixue said, leaving her father to continue searching. Inside the grand hotel, Lixue scanned everyone no evil spirits were attempting to possess ordinary people. She gave a piercing look to anyone who violated her spiritual rules. She also investigated who among Bernard Arnault’s family, relatives, or business partners harbored deep grudges.

Stacy had a different taste, and he smiled. “Yeah, I ordered the large cup for you,” Zach mumbled. Stacy beamed at his sweet tone. Her smiles filled the gap for a moment. Does he really love Stacy at all? Isn’t he just trying to get rid of something he should never have done? Is he not guilty? Zach was… guilty. It was such a foreign feeling. That even if he’s guilty, he can love the one who broke him to his treasure.

The rest of the day seems boring so, I decided to read a book. "Let's see what I got here? I started looking for a storybook that will get my attention. Nope. Not this one. Yes finally found you " Sherlock Holmes. My favorite detective of all time. This book always inspired me to write a mystery novel. I tried many times, but nothing came to my mind. So I decided to give a break and concentrate on other things. I was a very very big fan of mystery and detective novels than romance and action. "If I started reading now, then I can finish this entire book by evening. The stories looked really interesting." I thought while flipping the pages.

They were selfish and did not want to spend their remaining time together with anyone else, acting like star-crossed lovers about to be parted forever. Being in love was thrilling. It gave him the extra boost of confidence to face anything. Knowing that he didn’t need to make excuses to see Clara will make it easier for him to pop up any time. And as soon as he takes care of the mess with his company, he would take a well-deserved vacation, and see her again. He can still smell her on his clothes and taste her in his mouth. This was going to be a long week for him, with lots of cold showers. ‘So Mr. lover boy, this is the first woman we’ve seen you date in like forever. What’s so special abo

She adores this book! -You have such an elegant taste, Ma'am! The woman laughed at the comment. She found her spontaneousness brave and cute: - Well thank you, young lady. You are fluttering me with those compliments. - Oh I'm not! you deserve it. Nowadays, not many people are interested in classics. - I would say that not many are interested in detective fiction. Because I observe many young women interested in classic romances. So, are you one of them? - I used to read romantic novels when I was younger. Now, only mysteries and murders are thrilling me.

I went ahead to kiss her forehead and wished her a good night rest before getting back into my car. When I got home,I couldn't cook any meal cos I was so famished and can't bring myself to cooking dinner. I ordered for pizza and ate it with beer. I had a shower later then watched news for a while before going to bed. I couldn't sleep and was imagining what it was gonna be like to have Linda on my bed cuddling. With that,I stood up and took my coat ;the one I wore to work today, wrapped it after inhaling her scent, placed it beside me on the bed and cuddled it as if it were Linda. Before I knew it,I was already dozing off."Strange things love can do to a man"I thought sleeping.

I cooed at her. She moved her hand to my right cheek. I stilled at the gesture. I blinked at her, not willing to breathe at the sudden gesture. "He wanted to give you chocolate, and he asked you to smile, "she placed it in my hand and ran away. I knitted my brows confused. Who is he? There was a note at the back of the chocolate dictating ' To Lucia from A ' After reading the words, I can think of only one person, Adrian. I couldn't understand why he didn't come forward to give me.

It was the portion that needed the care that Jean Luc had provided her. She would find him. One day, when her family's city could be called successful, she would come back for him like she promised. -- Jean Luc awoke on a comfortable bed, and for a second he thought everything was just a terrible nightmare. The thought was instantly dismissed when he realised that he was in an unfamiliar environment. A note was beside him in the neat handwriting of the murderer and woman he loved. Did he still love her? He did not know. He was certain that he would never allow himself to fall in such a painful trap again. Love was that trap, and it was a disease. He was betrayed, and that might follow him et