Mystery Fiction Short Stories Novels & Stories

“What?” “You look like you ran a marathon. Are you sick?” “No…no, I’m fine,” Megan lied, flashing a shaky grin as she pulled out her notebook. She tried to focus, but she couldn't. She was on edge and her thighs still trembled, the ache between her legs throbbing with every shift in the seat. ‘What am I doing? What am I doing? I just allowed a stranger fuck me, and not just a stranger, my professor. This is insanely insane!’

She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves. This was the twenty first century and stuff like that surely couldn't exist. But many people believed it did. Her gramps and granduncle inclusive, who dedicated a good number of years of their lives, hunting down the rumoured night creatures. ‘Breaking news. The night creatures are at it again as two dead bodies were found in a lagoon in the early hours of this morning, badly injured with sharp claw like cuts. Locals say they saw the night creatures in a quick flash but ran for dear lives. There might be another attack this

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."

The air within the antique store did not smell merely of old paper and dust; it smelled of centuries, and tonight it pulsed with a promise that caused Elara's skin to shiver not from fear, but from a dull, thrumming excitement. She had come in from the rain, wanting to get away from the rattle of thunder and the sudden summer storm, but she had discovered something far more fascinating waiting behind the register: two men who were far more than they seemed.

True Love and Other Disasters ( Tae-Woo & YoonA ) 3. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 4. Tempted by The Devil ( Reed Summers & Liesl Hampton ) 5. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan ) 6. Dark Betrayal ( Thornton Summers & Ava Smith ) ⪼⪼ 7. Mr. Fiction ( Julie & Remliel ) ⪻⪻⪻ 8. Taming The Wild CEO ( Javier & Ella ) ~ completed & available exclusively on GoodNovel

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

Author’s POV: Next day all was going good, classes were going on inspector Isaac and John and others were working in their police station. All of a sudden, the electric lights began trembling. The occurrence kept happening for ten to fifteen seconds and then it was ok. Some people got frightened and all got curious. “This happened after eleven years, the same as before”, Isaac told in presence of John and another officer. They looked at each other. Students of a class started whispering. Seeing that the lecturer ordered to stop and again began to give his lecture. Lusie looked her left-right and it was ok few persons there steered each other.

What indicated just any romance, she used this time to base herself on these tales to tell her own stories, where she modified and began to write about the stories from the love letters, sometimes involving murder. In some cases of crimes, where she began to publish these same mysterious tales of violence, she never said that these cases were real. Here and there, for a while, cases occurred in other countries very similar to what she wrote about, but she never reported to the authorities that she received such a product, they were so explicit, sometimes so cruel, it seemed as if she saw shadows and outlines of someone who watched her from outside the walls of her residence. She started exch

But I couldn't let him see that. "Tell me something about you. Fair trade." He shook his head. "Not how this works." "Fine, be mysterious." I huffed, but secretly, it intrigued me more. The danger he represented was like a magnet, pulling me in despite myself. As evening fell, the cabin grew dim, lit only by a single lamp because apparently, the backup generators weren't turning on. Boredom made my skin itch again, and I remembered the hidden phone I'd smuggled in my bag. Daddy had taken my main one, but this was a burner I'd grabbed last minute.

I moved fast, opening drawers, flipping through folders on his desk, my breath coming short. The office smelled like expensive wine and something darker, like smoke and cologne that made my stomach tighten. My fingers shook a little as I searched. Come on, where the hell is it? That was when I heard footsteps, my heart slammed against my ribs. “Fuck,” I hissed under my breath. I quickly dropped to my knees and slid under the big mahogany desk just as the door swung open. My ass scraped the carpet, and I pulled my legs in tight, curling into the smallest ball I could manage.