Mystery Adventure Book Novels & Stories

She started walking; actually, she should have already reached her ‘house’ in downtown Mirthil, but she already changed her way and walked another path, leading to the most extensive forest near Mirthil, which is quite dangerous at night. Those rascals who are following her felt something amiss when they saw she directly entered the forest, they first hesitated, One of them braved and said with bravery, but his voice was wavering little, “She, little girl, can enter; why can’t we enter? It is just a forest, nothing else, and we have so many people on our side, what to fear, and we also have... Hehehe” With that, he patted his pocket, where he had his gun.

This wasn't a story about her family life, and the two of them and Shuji, he couldn't help but glance at Lixue. "Who are you to tell you about her problems with her daddy? She wouldn't be like that if you hadn’t told her." Hyo stated. She folded her arms and walked away. They were talking in the living room and reading the book that Lixue's uncle had given her. Akatsuki and Hyo were even more surprised because the book Erika was reading was blank, not even a single sentence written on it. "And then, what kind of book is my cousin holding? I don't see anything written on each page." Hyo said. Akatsuki and Lixue stopped what they were doing.

The moment my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, I quickly scanned the things around me. Luscious trees, birds chirping, the roughness of the grass, and the scent of nature greeted my whole senses. I onced again winced when I felt a tingling pain on the back of my head. When I held it, I felt a sticky texture on it. With shaking hands I witnessed how red my blood was. That was when I realized that I wasn’t in the afterlife. “Where… In the world am I?!” *** TBC Lluvia Ramirez 2021

After repositioning myself back onto it, I spread the afghan over both of us. After thanking me, profusely, for the warmth, she cocked her head in mock thought. “Such a mystery. He doesn’t want us to rob a bank with him or something, does he? Tell me he’s not broke and this isn’t all a façade.” “If only he just wanted us to rob a bank,” I said in a whiny tone. “I could handle that a lot better, I think.” “Don’t leave me in suspense, Esmerelda,” she scolded. “You know how I hate it. That’s why I could never do what you do. I can’t stand mystery.”

Audrey revealed. She hurriedly rushed to her room in search of the book; she opened the shelf and there it was the ancient book of mysteries. She took the heavy book back to the living room, everyone was seated, they had placed Zedicus' body on the table. Audrey began to open pages of the big book and continued as she searched for any solution to this mystery but it seemed none was coming forth.

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

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.

“This is amazing! I can already picture the illustrations for our story.” As they explored the main room, they discovered remnants of the past—an old, rusted stove, a tattered armchair, and a dusty bookshelf filled with cracked spines. Jace brushed his fingers across the books, intrigued by their titles, some of which seemed to speak of adventures and mysteries. “Look at this one!” Mia exclaimed, pulling a book from the shelf. It was titled *Whispers of the Woods*. “It’s about the legends surrounding this area. We have to read it!”

They were also slightly discolored from the unaccustomed exposure to the light coating of frost that was blanketing the ground. I hadn’t noticed the light mist that would soon become fog until then. That had to be adding to the moisture on my body. I felt the dampness on my robe and shuddered. I needed to find warmth and a telephone. It was at that moment that I realized that I should have looked for a cell phone when I’d searched for the knife to free myself and called for help right away. The fact that I hadn’t was a clear indication that I’d been away from work too long. The Esmerelda Sleuth who prided herself for being one of the top investigators at Helmsworth Investigations, woul