Mystery Files Novels & Stories

Each step we took, each piece of information we uncovered, brought us closer to the truth, but also deeper into danger. Amidst the chaos, we stumbled upon a crucial piece of information—an encrypted file that held the key to the secrets that had haunted us. It was a race against time as we worked tirelessly to crack the code, knowing that the answers we sought lay within its digital walls. Finally, after countless sleepless nights and relentless determination, we deciphered the code. The contents of the file sent chills down our spines, revealing a far-reaching conspiracy that extended beyond Jonathan Mitchell's influence. It was a web of corruption that ensnared powerful individuals in posi

If he did catch whoever it is. Taking out the hair. His hands touched the small pink teddy bear he saw in Lucas basement. And the letter M that was inscribed in it. “M” He pushed the chair backwards, stood up from it. The missing fact was it? Is she? There’s only one way to find out. He went back to his file, finding everything from the Cartel case. He pulled out the file and went back to his seat. And flipped it, searching for the girl. He came across her picture. Her name was written beneath it.

She licked her lips. "Hmm, who does not know the Alpha of this pack." She said and I looked at her with scrutiny. Really? Who does not? She is fishy. * * This book is weird 😂... I don't even understand what is going on with Connor and Alyssa.

And although he noticed the entrance of his beta, he did not lift his gaze from the screen. "Yes. Yes. Come." He urged mildly, then poked at a thin file beside his laptop once Derek drew near. "Take this to the study at my home." The silent order was nothing out of the ordinary, so Derek thought nothing of it as he slid the file from the desk. In the process, several papers slipped to the floor, and he bent to pick them up. His eyes caught part of the title on one of the pages as he stood up... DEPARTMENT OF COMMUNICATION AND DATA MANAGEMENT. There was no such department in the company. Curiosity possessing him, Derek through the rest of the file. Every paper in the collection was a document

It was the right guess. The laptop screen lit up again, revealing a folder titled “Project Umbra.” Her stomach lurched. This wasn’t just a document or some corporate files—this was something far more ominous. She clicked on it, holding her breath as the contents revealed themselves. The folder contained several subfolders, each with seemingly random names. But Isabella had learned to trust her instincts, and she immediately clicked on the folder labeled “Blackwood’s Archives.”

He could not be sidetracked. The screen froze for a second; then a fresh file came up, one he had never seen before. Unlike the others, it was not marked. Rather, it had a peculiar name: "Belle's Disappearance." Theodore felt a cold shudder down his back. Staring at the file, the words floating in front of him like a nightmare he hadn't requested, his heart raced. What is this thing? Hovering over the icon, his finger betrayed hesitation in his thinking. What might this file possibly hold? His mother's suffering past with Alistair danced in his memories. What if this were an error? What if it started something that need to stay closed?

“You came all this way for some files?” Makayla hesitated, her gaze piercing and unwavering as it locked onto mine. An intense mixture of fear, defiance, and vulnerability danced in her bright eyes, a silent storm brewing beneath the surface. “Sometimes files are more than just data,” she finally said, her voice measured and composed, carefully stripping away any hint of emotion. “Sometimes they’re the difference between right and wrong.” The intensity of her expression startled me, sending a shiver down my spine. Whatever she was concealing was far larger than mere personal matters, deeper than simple embarrassment or pride. It was a secret, a mission that had drawn her straight to my doors

Nothing about this family makes sense. Back in my room, my laptop dings with an email. **From:** Morgan Reeves **Subject:** Files per Mr. Laurent's request **Attachment:** LaurentIndustries_Q1-Q4.zip No greeting. No explanation. Just thousands of pages of financial documents compressed into one file. I d******d it and stare at the folder on my desktop. This is it. My chance to prove I'm worth keeping. Or my ticket back to obscurity. The library calls to me. I grab my laptop and a notebook, ignoring the way Felicity's too-tight dress digs into my ribs.