Mystery Fiction Short Stories Novels & Stories

Olson Embers: A Collection of Dark Fiction by Kenneth W. Cain Visions of the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston and Robert Frazier Tribulations by Richard Thomas Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn Flowers in a Dumpster by Mark Allan Gunnells The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia Things Slip Through by Kevin Lucia Where You Live by Gary McMahon Tricks, Mischief and Mayhem by Daniel I. Russell

Reed to practice and get experience. Every two or three-person will be grouped as assistant lawyers to Mr. Reed for every case; every fresh out will get practical experience with this. This new case is about a typical murder case, where a man killed more than ten people for what? Just because his wife betrayed him. Ophelia just sighed, thinking about life in just a moment. It can be gone in just a second if a person is careless. After that, she didn’t think much, just looking through and also made some notes,

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

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.

Chapter 2: The third ride wasn't planned. She hadn't planned to call him.. in fact she told herself she wouldn't_her friends had teased her enough about the whole mystery driver fiasco….but after a long night with her girls and it was already past midnight and she couldn't sleep so she found herself sliding into the backseat of a familiar black car. Couldn't sleep” his voice came from the drivers seat. Her lips curved.” something like that”. He didn't ask where she wanted to go… didn't ask for her destination. Instead he just started the engine and zoomed off into the night.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

I shouldn’t have come to work today. If it were up to me, I’d still be curled up in bed, lying in frustration. But here I was, slumped lazily behind my desk, forcing myself to look busy. Forcing myself to work. I flipped through a stack of assignments, from the freshmen literature class, anything to distract myself from the restless ache burning between my thighs. That was when I saw it. Noah’s paper. The instructions I had given were simple: write a short romance story of your choice. Most students had submitted predictable storylines,—sweet shy crushes, innocent first kisses. But Noah’s title stopped me cold.

The apartment smelled like lavender diffuser and fresh coffee every morning, a small ritual they’d fallen into since moving in together six months ago. Mia was the neat one—always wiping counters, folding throw blankets, keeping the chaos at bay. Harper was the opposite: art supplies scattered across the coffee table, guitar leaning against the couch, half-finished sketches taped to the fridge. They balanced each other in ways neither had expected when they answered the same Craigslist ad.

"There are a dozen reporters after your story." He set the glass down and leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. His eyes darkened, something predatory flashing in them. "Because you're different. Persistent. Beautiful. I watched you for weeks, Lena. The way you move, the fire in your eyes when you chase a lead. You intrigue me. And in my world, intrigue has consequences."

You wouldn’t know it. **VesperVixen:** Try me. **quietreader87:** Port Solace. **VesperVixen:** I actually know Port Solace. I drove through there once on my way to a shoot. Cute bakery on the main road. Smelled like heaven. Noah’s heart stopped. That was his aunt’s bakery. He didn’t reply for three hours. When he finally did, his hands were shaking. **quietreader87:** That’s my aunt’s place. I work there.