Mystery 101 Book Novels & Stories

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.

, I responded. "Then? Who's he? And what does he mean by mentioning that 'It has been ten years since I bought something for you. I hope you wouldn't have forgotten me.'?" "Umm..he is.." I paused before continuing. "...my mysterious lover.", I added. "Your mysterious love?", She reconfirmed, on which I nodded. "Hmm. Sounds interesting. Why don't you share everything while having all your favorites before it gets cold.", She suggested. "Okay!" I said, reaching toward my favorite chocolate shake. I would never have touched a thing from it if I wouldn't have read that note because of the increasing number of criminal activities these days. But I knew I could trust HIM even though I knew not a t

It looked very ancient as it was torn at some edges. “I picked this up during one of my research trips.” She said as she handed the book to Annabelle. “ It has some information on Luke but it doesn’t state his weakness. Although it did leave some clues. Difficult clues.” Annabelle opened the book. The words were written as if from a feather dipped in ink which signified the age of the book. Annabelle read it out:

The first thing that caught his attention was the solitary book resting on a tall table. He took it and started reading. Only now did he realize that this was the book he had been searching for a long time. All of the questions that had been bugging his mind before he fell asleep and since he woke up finally got an answer upon reading the book. After finishing, he quickly left the room, carrying the book. He needs to confirm something. *** Miley’s POV

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

This was something Spencer had dropped in his haste. A surge of adrenaline washed over me. This book might hold the answers I desperately craved. With trembling hands, I flipped it open. The first page was filled with cryptic symbols and swirling script, an arcane language that sent a shiver down my spine. Was this some sort of dark magic manual? A guide for assassins? My stomach lurched at the thought.

I wake up the next morning with my head buzzing. I had been up most of the night trying to figure all of this out. None of it made sense. It's not fair, on the crime shows and on the mystery books all of the pieces fit together perfectly if you really think about it, why doesn't this? Stupid life, it's time to be more like a book.

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

It lay forsaken on the corner desk, bathed in the yellow warmth of the desk lamp, an instrument harboring potent knowledge - knowledge that possibly held the key to all our problems. As soon as my trembling hands ran over the course of pages, words surged into my consciousness in rapid succession. Yet, every line left my mind more chaotic, each word danced through my racing thoughts, echoing Aiden and Penelope's advice, their respective voices melding into the cursive of the witch's spellbook in an infinite loop. The book was a tapestry of woven mysteries leading me to one unanswered riddle, the missing page. Curious - and unsettling - was the void, the abrupt termination of the intricate sc