Mystery 101 Book Novels & Stories

It was titled the *THE DIAMONDS* After tireless searching, she finally found it on a particular shelves that had a word engraved on its metal handles. It read, *mysteries*. She quickly grabbed the book out and sneezed repeatedly as the dust on the book found its way into her nostrils. She went to he father's old study and sat on the rusty chair while putting on the mini lamp on the table and finally in great anticipation, she opened the book.

Harley said, cutting me off. I cursed myself in my mind. My habit of speaking too much had become a curse for me. Something would slip out one way or another. “It's public info.” Before she could argue, I asked, “So they just took everyone home?” “Yeah, keep trying to change the topic.” “I’m not changing the topic.” “Yes, you are. You always do this. Now I’m suspicious about your reluctance to take on any Mafia-related project. You literally are a Mafia encyclopaedia.”

The possibilities swirl in my mind as I approached the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room. It was just the way I had left it, with it's elegent furnishing and faint scent of lavender still lingering in the air, but now there's an added layer of mystery, as if the room holds a secret waiting to be uncovered. My eyes sweep over the surroundings, searching for any sign or presence of a hidden clue. My gaze landed upon a worn leather, bound book resting on her desk. It stood out admist the near stack of papers and stationaries, as if i had been recently used. I intrigued, I approached the desk and ran my fingers over the books weathered over, it

Tyler reward me with a small smile probably to comfort me, but he could be lying. I stood in front of the door alone, contemplating if I should push the doors open again and again. Going through every scenario in my head, some of them involving the chopping-off of my fingers and others involving too many rounds of bullets for me to count, but I reminded myself each time that I had to do this. Admittedly it was easier when I had a death wish, but Arthur ruined that one for me. I wanted to know more and I have now made it my mission to figure out the whole story that got me messed up in the fucking Russian Mafia.

That scene made me smiled bitterly, I miss the times where don’t have any problems, where father always buy me books, sing for me every night, and read books loudly. I’m at the end of the book when I noticed something, scribbles of letters and words are visible in the last page, I got up and find a pen and a paper, I sat down and flip the pages until I reach the first page, I can’t believe it there are scribbles write down the key words in every pages, hoping that it might help me building my life. The key words that I got are “Book #1- birthday, Photo Album #6- highlighted me, Book #7- Look closely, Photo- the answer to all your doubts” my head hurts reading these clues a lot of books have

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Mr Emiliano said, his voice icy Victoria replied without a hint of fear in her voice, "Yes I failed. He caught on quickly, and called for help." Meanwhile, back at home, Liam sat on his bed, the mysterious book on his lap as he flipped over pages, trying to find a page he could understand. Liam was intrigued by the book and its ancient writing. He ran his fingers over the weathered pages, tracing the complicated symbols and characters. As he flipped through the pages, he wondered if it was possible to decipher what was written, to unlock the secrets concealed within these cryptic pages. On top of being intrigued by the book, he was also bewildered. How had this book come to be in his bedroom

Ophelia is calm, Ellon is aggressive, and Monais timid: they are grouped to work on their weak points and stabilize their strong points. ”We can’t always expect things to be straight and open; if that criminal were straight, then he would have already been caught when he was murdered for the first time. And the police wouldn’t take so much time and let another nine murders happen; if they can find the clue at first, then there is no need for nine other girls to die; this case may be tricky. But at least we can fight hard and try to get justice for all the girls if we can; this is our main priority also, so let’s move on and work on our best to fight hard” Ophelia knows that this case is a li

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

I wasn’t thirsty either—that I already forgot my pitcher inside Nickos’ room. Perhaps, I would not be able to sleep the whole night. Things were undeniably confusing me as I ambled inside my room and locked the door. I took off my robe and neatly returned it to my black mannequin. Letting my lampshade open, I sat at the center of the bed and tirelessly leaned my back on its cushy headboard. I was completely baffled, and I hated this feeling! Then, I just blankly stared at the ceiling. It seemed like my mind was traveling in a big puzzle, having the benefit of the doubt regarding my parents. It was hard to find the missing puzzle pieces when those were intentionally kept or hidden from me.