My Mystery Lover Novels & Stories

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.

I loved the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my Girlfriend was. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend was Mafia Queen! **** Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) -Ongoing Her life was full of misery and pain until she found out about her mysterious lover on the day of her thirteenth birthday. That person started to take care of her from a distance. What would happen when she gets separated from her mysterious love?

“He's a great guy. We get along pretty well.” “I can imagine,” I murmured, this time the lust in my voice was obvious. I bent down to pick up a novel I found on the floor, revealing my cleavage. Adjusting swallowed hard, rubbing his bulge. Despite trying hard to maintain composure. The air was filled with unspoken desire. I knew exactly where this was going. Steve was trying hard to resist me, it wasn't working cause he was still hard. “You know,” I began, moving closer to Steve on the couch. “I've always admired men who love reading mystery novels. There's something I find hot and intriguing about guys who loves solving puzzles and mysteries.

She frowned as she looked at Tristan and asked, "Didn't you say that Mr. Graham was looking for you? What are you doing here?" She then looked at me and asked, "You're Tristan's staff that we ran into earlier, right? I thought you would still be at the hospital." I smiled and said, "It's my boyfriend's birthday today. I have to meet him even if I'm on my deathbed." I glanced at Tristan before continuing, "My boyfriend has similar tastes with Mr. Graham, so I asked him if he could help me pick out a birthday present for him." Silence descended around us.

The world spun as the truth began to take shape in the fog. Maria—my mother had a lover before she married my father. A man powerful enough to leave behind a trail of whispers and blood. Could it have been his father? Damien turned abruptly, and I barely managed to duck behind the crates as his gaze swept the dock. My pulse thundered in my ears. I waited until their voices faded before slipping away. I didn’t go home. I couldn’t. I went somewhere else somewhere darker. The archives were buried beneath the old government building, forgotten by everyone except those who still owed me favors. The smell of dust and paper filled the narrow halls as I descended the stairs.

Its once-innocent presence now whispered secrets I had yet to uncover. I sat on the bed, turning the delicate piece over in my hands. The image of the mysterious man inside stared back at me, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity. "Always," the engraving beneath it read. Always what? Always love? Always remember? The questions gnawed at me like they had for years. If there was one person who could shed light on this mystery, it was Mrs. Grace, my late mother’s closest friend and confidante. ---

That was why he traveled abroad every month, telling me it was for work. "Nathan has liked Bianca for years. He used to secretly draw portraits of her and lock them away in his cabinet, never letting anyone see them." My mind buzzed as I listened to them praise how deeply Nathan loved her, how much he had sacrificed for her. I forced myself to smile, but my body trembled uncontrollably. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood. Then, Lucas suddenly changed the topic. "But his girlfriend is the real victim here. He wasted her time for years and never even gave her a proper title."

And buried within the words were the missing pieces- the bridge between the past and the man who shared my blood and yet had no interest in my existence. The day I moved into this studio apartment, the air was thick with hopes for my future; not only did I bring the few belongings I had, but my weight of curiosity. That night, as dusk tip-toed towards midnight, I sat there gathered around the books, each holding a fragment of the puzzle, leading me deeper into the quest to uncover a great mystery. And there, tucked between love letters and faded photographs, the biggest key to our quest was a name etched enterally in ink- Liam Wolfgang.

he thought of his lover’s name once. His heart pounding wildly once more as he smells the strong sweet scent that is so familiar to him. She’s close by. In his mind, Ambrogio drew a smile. He was thinking about his lover. A lovely, beautiful lady with a lovely smile on her face. The mere thought of Selena made him more delighted and excited for the time when they would meet again. “After many years, I will see you again, my love.” His entire body ached for Selena’s warm touch as joy, desire, and lust engulfed him. He desperately wanted to feel her, which drove him insanely to want to touch, own, and feel her again after a hundred years.

Yours sincerely, An Anonymous Friend" My heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. What could this letter hold? What secrets awaited me in Montrose? And who was this mysterious Evelyn? With a sense of urgency, I shared the letter with Xander, David, and the rest of my loved ones. They were as intrigued as I was and offered their unwavering support. Together, we embarked on a journey to uncover the truth that lay dormant in the depths of my past. The quaint coastal town of Montrose welcomed us with open arms, its streets lined with charming cottages and the salty breeze carrying a hint of mystery. We found 'Whispers of Time,' a quaint bookstore tucked away in a corner, its shelves