Mystery Books Without Violence Novels & Stories

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:

Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about. Heat climbed to my face, and I slammed the box shut, taking a deep breath before risking a second look. I gave myself a mental slap in the face. Whilst I enjoyed reading all forms of literature, I wasn’t this wild about erotica. Should’ve totally kept my big mouth shut. On the bright side, all the books were labeled bestsellers, so I could only hope they were well written. I walked over to the second box

I was still passing through when a thought came to my mind I stopped keeping the book by the side and looking into the things Adrians' dad wrote in the other book "Do not let him read the Sacret book..EVER! He should only read it when he had already known the truth by you. It was supposed that you know the truth earlier and tell Adrian about it.. If he reads it from any book..that's DANGER! Do not get ANY CLOSE to him!!" If Adrian read this..then why did he look into the Sacret book. Nina must have done something! Omg..does this mean I'm late! I rose up as fast as possible and went to Adrians room..but he wasn't there

He used to work like this with Goodluck, he understood what they would need to do, to unravel the mystery, but he is not sure, his friend would forgive him. Then he faced Joy " I would need your help. Joy looked shocked at him, what was she going to do for them, the case was beyound her , and she didn't want to involve herself in anything that would take her life, because, the fight was already looking bloody, from the drama that took place at the hospital.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.

Sleep refused to come. My mind felt restless. Maybe there was something in this room that could help me remember. Slowly, I stood up. I began looking around. The bookshelf immediately caught my attention. Dozens of books filled the shelves. I pulled several out. There were history books, pack law books and training manuals. Then I noticed something else. There were fiction novels; thrillers, mysteries and crime novels. I blinked. Apparently, I enjoyed those. "I don't remember reading any of these."

On the body of the case was a little note: FIGURED YOU’D LIKE THESE -X. My curiosity heightened as I tore open the case, and I gasped once I saw what was inside. Books- novels to be precise, all stacked neatly in the case. As I glanced through their titles, I noticed they were thrillers and horror genres, a bit of romance too. My toes curled in excitement and a grin spread across my face as I looked through all of them. I rolled my eyes. Of course, he’d figured I’d like them; he always figured everything about me.

Part 1 The moon hung heavy and low in the night sky, its pale light filtering through the dense canopy of leaves. Gavrielle moved with feline grace through the shadows, her boots crunching the forest floor as she stalked her prey. The air was thick with the musk of earth and the metallic tang of blood. Her heart pounded with primal excitement, adrenaline coursing through her veins. It had been weeks since she last encountered a werewolf, but the hunt had not dimmed her edge.

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.