Mystery Fiction Short Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?

But I haven't been able to make up my mind about it yet, so I'm still on the fence. "Web novels?" Miranda repeated in surprise. "What kind of web novels?" Mindy smiled awkwardly. "Urban romance." Miranda was speechless for a while. Mindy was a published mystery novelist. Back when mystery novels had been all the craze, Mindy made her grand debut with "Murder Weapon" and sold half a million copies. Later in the same year, her follow-up thriller novel, "The Deserted School", broke her personal sales record in a very short time as well.

Amanda was still at home, in their room, she was expecting Sonia, when she heard the the harsh entrance, she knew it couldn't be Sonia. she looked at the door, unaware of what to do, she was afraid she had left the door open, and recently there had been rumour of robbery incidents in the neighborhood, as she felt the footstep coming close to their room, she was about to stand up from her sitting position when her room door flung open.

He hadn’t even really hurt me, the reasoning went, so he could be trusted until the case went to trial. Which could be months, and probably would be. Liam hired backup, and he moved in. He’d been living on my property the whole time, but he moved right into my house, into the room next to mine. So close I could nearly touch him. Not that I wanted to. Not that I was going to. But I could. Then the creepy notes started, and the cops weren’t able to figure out who was sending them. There were no fingerprints on any of them, and they were always delivered right to my front gate. My cameras caught very little, since whoever delivered them was always careful to hide their features.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

I'd left that party early for one reason. And now, I was about to give in to it. I stepped into his room, the familiar scent wrapping around me like a secret I was too far gone to resist. The door clicked softly behind me as I eased it shut, leaving the rest of the world outside. The room was dim, only a sliver of moonlight spilling in through the curtain. I didn't turn on the light—I didn't need to. I'd been here enough times to know where everything was. The doorknob turned. A soft creak followed. He stepped in, and my breath caught.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

The room was almost completely dark, lit only by a table lamp in the corner of the room where Lucy was cowering, clutching a brown paper parcel as if her life depended on it. Did Susan need to call for back-up? Was there someone else in the house? Drawing her weapon from its holster, the detective searched every room in the apartment; she checked the closet, the bathroom, and she even checked under the bed. And having made sure that Lucy was completely alone, she made the woman a fresh pot of coffee and asked her what was wrong. But Lucy didn’t breathe a word. And when Susan sat down next to her and opened up the parcel, she was shocked to realize that it was filled with $50 bills.

Hi, readers! This compilation will continue again. Expect many more raw, uncensored, wild, spicy and unique short stories! * Chapter 1: My Crush Noticed Me! Melissa was exhausted and she just wanted the day to end already. She closed her eyes for a moment and massaged her body. She snapped her eyes open when the elevator doors opened and her swaying boss, Marcus James, stepped inside. She froze in shock because, first of all, this was the first time she had ever been in the elevator with him, and second, he had a private lift that went straight to his penthouse.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.