Mystery Adventure Book Novels & Stories

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

It was a great help during their stay there. She didn’t know how many hours had passed since she accidentally fell asleep, but Mallory’s stomach growled. “… I guess I have to make our breakfast now,” Mallory said to herself and was about to go when her eyes caught on something. A book, lying silently beside Oddny. Mallory looked at the book, her eyes strangely attracted to it. “… What’s that?” Just asking won’t solve her curiosity. Mallory kneeled and took it. The cover was an old sheepskin; it had no title in front nor on the spine. The old cover gave away nothing about it. Mallory inspected the book front and back before finally opening it.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page:

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

She wouldn’t even entertain the chance to think about being near them. She quickly checked the messages on the phone, said goodbye to Mathew and Mike, again and turned it off. She pulled a book out of her purse and she didn't even notice when they took off. "What are you reading, if I may ask, ma’am?" Her companion's voice snapped her out from her ‘literature land’. She looked at him from behind the glasses. “A novel.” She replied but realized that she was being rude. "A book written by a well-known American adventure writer, Clive Cussler." She said in a slightly more pleasant tone.

It should be! Should I open it? Should I? Or should I change my clothes first? Nevermind. I should open it now. I'm so excited! I always read about mystery and some of them is detective stories and there will be always about treasure chest! I read some of it. They were in an island and there was a game about finding treasures. On the way they solved many cases before actually finding the 'real' treasure but when they arrive, there were poisons surrounding the area ended up the people who organize the game was thieves who wants to take the treasure that is left by the owner of the island!

The rest of the day seems boring so, I decided to read a book. "Let's see what I got here? I started looking for a storybook that will get my attention. Nope. Not this one. Yes finally found you " Sherlock Holmes. My favorite detective of all time. This book always inspired me to write a mystery novel. I tried many times, but nothing came to my mind. So I decided to give a break and concentrate on other things. I was a very very big fan of mystery and detective novels than romance and action. "If I started reading now, then I can finish this entire book by evening. The stories looked really interesting." I thought while flipping the pages.

Maybe I can read something to pass the time and occupy my mind for a bit. 0 I read through their titles and they definitely have a favorite genre. ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, ‘The Woman in White’, ‘The Maltese Falcon’. I sense a mystery theme here and I wonder if it’s Stefan or his wife that’s the fan. I keep looking when I see a book that is quite out of place. ‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0

I said awkwardly, as I remembered how, crazy I looked the first day we met, “Did you like the book?” She asked, “Yes, but a page was torn out” I looked around as I whispered to her, she came closer so a to hear me, “It's a page about A prophecy” “Aah, seriously” she gasped, I nodded yes feel like a boss, “It also has a map” I whispered to her again, “Really,” she asked “Yes, and I plan on going on an adventure” I confessed, “Are you going alone” she asked,

But nothing seemed to match the symbol on my door. Frustrated, I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. There had to be something here, some clue that I was missing. I glanced at the stack of books beside me, my eyes landing on one that looked older and more worn than the others. Its leather cover was cracked and faded, the title barely legible: *The Mysteries of Silverwood.* I pulled the book closer and opened it carefully. The pages were brittle, the text handwritten in an elegant script. As I flipped through the pages, a passage caught my eye: