Mystery Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

She was dejected indeed, and really unhappy because the question she continued to ask herself over and over again have not been answered, she was supposed to have the answer to her question, but yet she, like every other person, does not have the answer to the question, she was supposed to be happy and sharing the happy moments with her husband Dave, who still managed to sleep close to her, but they are more like world's apart. She is pregnant but she couldn't tell who was responsible. She is even ashamed to say it out loud. How can a grown up woman like her, claim she doesn't know who impregnated her, even a teenager would know, let alone an adult. It made her feel like a prostitute, It

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

I was not about to let two cops waltz into my home. “May we know where you were during the time of the disappearance? Last Monday around 8 at night.” “I was at my father's home. We were having dinner.” “And what time did you finish dinner?” Detective Cage asked. “Around Midnight” “Can anyone confirm that?” “My father and his business partners” “Very well Thank you for your time. Please feel free to contact me if you remember anything” One of the detectives shot me a smile and handed me his card. I took it and placed it in my pocket. I gave them a simple nod and watched as they retreated into their car.

It was the exact type and had the mafia marking. It belonged to his mother who was murdered by an unknown assassin during a business trip. He had vowed to find and end them but had nothing to trace the perpetrator to date. Who was this mysterious lady who had arrived from the sky with his mother's necklace around her neck?