Novel & Cerita My Mystery Lover

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CHAPTER TWO BETTY'S POV It was as if a stranger had overtaken her body. She had convinced herself that she must endure his possession, she revelled in his touch, in every kiss, in every mind-stealing caress. She felt her senses widen, expanding like a frail spring blossom beneath the heat of a noonday sun, opening to welcome him….. But only him. With a helpless little moan, she caught his dark head in her hands, as if to keep him there and capture that exclusive pleasure forever.

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

The more I listen to the story the more curious I got and there seem to be more mysteries left unsolved. My favorite kind of manga is happening right before me(mystery type lover). This world is really calling out to me. I want to solve all these questions in my head. It's making me really excited. Ban: Where is this mansion located?

took my bath and went to my office in the next room. I went to my save boxes.. I opened the first box to look for Adrians bracelet..and i found it in tact I went to the second box..opened it and found.. NOTHING!! I closed it and opened it again..to be sure i wasn't daydreaming. But still found nothing. Who got into my save and how did he or she know my password. It must be Hareite. She maynot have known my password but she most have surely found out about it somehow..

When she left I picked my books into my bag and brought out a novel I borrowed from Becca. The next lesson was Geography and it isn’t part of the subject I am offering so I placed the novel on my desk and brought out my reading glass, I opened to the chapter I stopped at, and that was ‘Chapter 29’. “So stupid,” I muttered as I continued reading. “Honestly, if I was her I would have strangled and slapped that pretty face of his long ago” I muttered again in annoyance. I wished she had someone like Leo, who will treat her well, not this douche. But I still love him.

Daren had always loved music from an early age, good music was fun to listen to and a soothing voice was always the best for a good calm, but there was one thing he liked more than music and that was MYSTERY. He liked mysterious things or people, the suspense, the confusion, the annoyance, the curiosity, and every single feeling mysterious things or people gave. He liked the mystery but once it was solved, he would lose interest instantly as a solved mystery wasn't a mystery anymore.

My hands are shaking. Flashes of snakes curled inside drawers and spiders nesting beneath wood race through my mind. And then—something darker—what if Ms. Lovelace dabbles in something far worse? Voodoo? Curses? She’s always had that eerie, elegant way about her. Those flowing robes. That haunting stillness. I wouldn’t put anything past her. My trembling fingers move over the ridges of the desk, cool and hard beneath my skin. I reach to the left. I can’t quite feel the drawer from this angle. I inch around to the other side, needing to stand behind the desk just to reach the knob.

Abigail I didn’t hear the library door open. Curled in the wide armchair by the window, a thick blanket tucked over my legs and a mug of lukewarm tea long forgotten on the little table beside me, I was too deep in the roaring chaos of 1920s London to notice anything else. The novel I’d found, The Blood of Mayfair, was a fever dream of a book with gangsters in bowler hats and singers with too much rouge and too many secrets. I had stumbled across the book purely by chance this afternoon while scanning a high corner shelf. What began as idle curiosity turned into a feverish need to unravel the killer’s identity before the protagonist, a fashion journalist moonlighting as a private investigator

As I am going through the drawer, I find a gun inside. Just the sight of the gun freezes me to the core. I quickly shut the drawer and look at the man sleeping so peacefully on the bed. I suddenly realize that... He's a stranger. A stranger I fell Inlove with... And I don't know if I know him anymore. I never knew he had a gun! Could he be a cold-blooded killer? Just like Karla suggested... No! I'm going through the shelf, trying to find something... Anything... Then a book suddenly tumbles on the ground loudly.