Mystery Fiction Novels & Stories

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Then I got back to my research again browsing through criminal cases described in news articles and web forums. An hour passed and I was tired of reading bloody stories that got me nowhere near something I could use in the novel, so I began to grumble on one of the mystery-crime forums. “Help me out. Have you heard of any interesting murder case nowadays? I swear, I’m not a psycho, I’m a writer begging for an inspiration,” I hoped that sounded convincing enough. No one was answering. I’d waited for an hour and got little bit frustrated. I was about to get back to my previous way of research but then someone replied.

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

The sound replied “Aye, sir” The inspector entered into the Lusie’s grocery store and said hello, Lusie. And asked how was she doing. “Hey, inspector. Doing good”, replied Lusie. He took some medicines and few bottles of beer and came to Lusie. While Lusie was calculating the price, the inspector said to her that he is a bit confused. He also added that he must meet the man who took Jerry home. “Are you serious, is it needed to investigate the incident so far. Don’t you think you are doing too much”, Lusie asked the inspector. “You don’t know Lusie, a boy was lost around that area three months ago. And according to the saying of the family of that boy, the boy used to talk about a man who co

I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective. I take out my phone and open the browser. The internet is full of information. I am sure I can find one about this mysterious Mr. Fiction; I tell myself as I type on the g****e search bar. I feel the hesitation linger with doubt starts clouding my mind. What if I am not ready to find out about him? What if it is not something I am prepared for?

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 7 . Sarah finished writing whatever she was inscribing on her journal and breathed down. She stared at it for a while before closing it and dropped it inside her closet. She took off her clothes and went to the bathroom. Standing at the middle of the bathroom and staring at the holes on the sprinter of the shower, she finally switched it on as she took her bath and the little girl was still standing close to her, sobbing.

*The Secret Society* Emma sat in the dimly lit café, sipping her coffee and staring at the small folder she had received from an anonymous source. The folder was labeled "The Order of the Phoenix" and contained a series of cryptic documents and symbols. As she flipped through the pages, Emma's eyes widened in shock. The documents seemed to describe a secret society that had been operating in the shadows for centuries. They were known for their ruthless tactics and obsession with power. But what really caught Emma's attention was the mention of a prophecy. According to the documents, a young woman with a specific genetic makeup would hold the key to unlocking an ancient power. And Emma's sist

Ophelia is calm, Ellon is aggressive, and Monais timid: they are grouped to work on their weak points and stabilize their strong points. ”We can’t always expect things to be straight and open; if that criminal were straight, then he would have already been caught when he was murdered for the first time. And the police wouldn’t take so much time and let another nine murders happen; if they can find the clue at first, then there is no need for nine other girls to die; this case may be tricky. But at least we can fight hard and try to get justice for all the girls if we can; this is our main priority also, so let’s move on and work on our best to fight hard” Ophelia knows that this case is a li

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?