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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 shout as I try to wiggle out of his grip. "Not a chance! Clumsy!" he starts laughing as he runs around the house while still carrying me. I keep on screaming while trying not to laugh. We kept on going like that until mom called for us since dinner is ready. . . . I kept on tossing around my bed trying to sleep, but the events that happened earlier keep on popping into my mind. I don't know what's the deal with that weird girl. And how did the people disappeared and appeared like that in the first place? Was that supposed to be magic?

‘Thank you for the coffee,’ he says, trying to dismiss her, but she stands next to him so she could put the coffee down. ‘You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?’ she asks while reaching for the tablet in front of him. He gets a whiff of her perfume, and it makes him close his eyes. The scent smelled like that perfume from that lingerie store Clara once dragged him into. He remembered it only because it gave him a coughing attack. But on Heather, it smelled more subtle and mild. ‘No, thanks!’ he said, pretending to read something on his computer. When he tried the coffee, it surprised him that it tasted better than the ones he tried to make.

The blonde beauty sipped on her morning coffee while reading Seattle Daily, Downing the rest of her liquid drug in one huge gulp, she tied up her long blonde curls into a bun at the top off her head while sighing, two missing billionaires tofind and a murder case to solve, just another day at the office. It has been exactly 24 hours since Grayson and James Hudson have been missing and a dead body has been found in their pent house. The circumstances around their suspicious suddendisappearance makes it even more of a challenge to work on finding their spoiled asses, keeping all information on the down low has been the biggest challenge thus far. The media are like hungry lions waiting to poun

Kelly mentioned that Martin was taking up his master. "Ugh. Stressful." He chuckled. "That's the reason why I work part-time at Aunt Rory's shop. Being surrounded by books and comics relaxes me." I curiously raised my brow. "What's your favorite?" "Mystery books. John Grisham, Agatha Christie, and the likes." He smiled. "But I'm more into comics. I have a collection of Marvel comics in my apartment." My eyes widened in surprise. "You're a Marvel fan?"

I didn't notice that I said that out loud until she slapped my arm and frowned. "Nancy Drew will forever be the best mystery book, hands down. It is iconic" "Hmmm ... okay crazy lady. But I just think Hardy boys are much better. Nancy Drew always has one storyline. You can easily predict what is going to happen. There's never anything new." "I see you've read a few of her books," she says crossing her arms. "As long as You've read them, I'm fine with that" she replied smiling. "Your cousin, Suzanne, tell me about her. How'd she end up in a coma?" I glanced at her, she bit down on her lips hard, then looked up at me.

Saying that the inspector left the house. All three friends are in Mack’s house. They were playing dart and were talking loudly. “Hey guys, summer vacation is near,” said Mack. “Yeah. Do you have any specific plan on that vacation? asked Ron. “Yeah, a silly one, a silly one to disclose the mystery of the lake” replied Jerry. He also added “This is not a silly tour rather it is a stupid plan to spoil our vacation. You know few death incidents happed due to the lake and also how far we can go!” Ron’s dart hit the center of the dart board and he shouted yah! “What nonsense are you talking about? I do not want to spoil my vacation with this. I have a plan to visit some place in this vacation wit

"A... used one?" "A romantic mystery," you said, showing her the front. "It's from the seventies, and is about a female detective who gets involved with the man who hires her to investigate his wife's murder. I'm hoping it's got Castle vibes." She broke into a smile, taking the book from you and turning it over in her hands. Then she kissed you again, on her tiptoes. "Has anyone told you that you're the sweetest?" she asked. "Not today," you smiled.

He closed the door and sighed hoping it was not what he was thinking "How is your wife?" "Ehm.. My wife is OK" Jude squeezed his brow in confusion wishing she would just head to the dam point " What's wrong Betty?" "What did you put in my drink?" Betty stared at her nails as she flattered it's shiny tips "They are beautiful, when did you fix them" Jude felt he needed to change the subject "Ohh, my nails.. Thanks, I fixed them this morning, I know they would be very useful" "OK" "So.. You left my question hanging" Betty said

“I’ve been writing, too.” I stared at him, utterly stunned. “You? Writing?” He laughed, a rich, joyful sound that carried on the wind. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re not the only one with a story to tell.” He pulled a small, black moleskine notebook from his coat pocket. “It’s not a memoir. It’s… well, it’s a mystery. About a grumpy, retired surgeon who gets pulled into solving a crime in his sleepy coastal town.” I burst out laughing, the sound mingling with the crash of the waves. “Arthur! You’re writing a murder mystery?”