Mystery For Teens Novels & Stories

She caressed the words with her fingertips as she read them aloud. Protect her at the cost of your life Elle est la solution She sighed in confusion and she was exhausted to solve the mystery behind these words. She slept that night clutching the memoir and letter to her chest. A little girl was unaware of the sacrifices that words hold.

“It’s true. We can’t trust anyone.” A long air of heavy silence fell once more. They only ate and relieved themselves of the worries. This is a time for nourishment and not anxiety. But the backs of their mind knew that the danger is still very real. Someone is plotting something somewhere, waiting for the right moment in time. And soon, they’ll all be six feet under. “I have an idea,” said Agatha. “Let’s go mystery hunting. You know, like the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew?” The two only responded in blinks, feeling like the idea was too preposterous.

I take one last look at myself until I strike a pose and say,"Perfect," I hear mom from downstairs telling me to hurry up, so I grab my book bag and put on my glasses and was about to leave my room until I remember my most important thing. I go to my book-shelf and pull out a book that reads, Gone Girl by Giliian Flynn on the front cover. I've always loved mysteries; I can't remember one day where I wasn't watching Criminal Minds or Goosebumps in my room.

Max Anderson stood in front of his class the next day. It was an intro to criminal science, but these kids were the next possible generation of the police force. He looked around to the fifty or so students, and though his eyes lingered on one for a few seconds longer, she wasn’t looking at him. She hadn’t since the day she got tongue-tied and almost ran out of the room. That was a few months ago. She had shown up to class, but he could see she was having trouble with some of the concepts. She would not come to get help, though. She wouldn’t put herself in a position to be alone with him again. At least he thought that was the reason.

LUKE MATTHEW BLACK AND WHITE Mystery… My very first case! I’ve never felt such tremendous adrenaline as when I went to rescue Janden. I want to feel it again; the rush, the thrill, and the way it felt like it’s just me against the world— it was amazing. And if this insulting, unpleasant child will give me this high school adventure I’ve been yearning for, then I’ll stick with her. Hibara White Cake is the detective; a magnet of tragedy after all.

After a shower, and once I'm dressed, I thread the key onto the thickest, longest chain I find amongst my mother's jewelry and tuck it into my shirt. It's still early. Occasionally, I hear movement or muttering somewhere nearby, but for the most part, the halls of this giant fort are empty. It's kind of creepy, really. My mind once again flies to those simple mystery books I read when I was little. Something always goes wrong when the protagonist pokes around the old castle alone. But the protagonists in those stories are usually young human teens, whereas I'm a grown woman with an awesome inner jaguar.

[ FANNY ] I know how to recognize when my daughter Cassandra is hiding something from me. When I asked her for an explanation of her disappearance, the reaction she got proved that she didn't want me to know what happened to her. She simply replied that I shouldn't worry too much about her because she was a big girl now. I did not agree with this point of view. -- But you're only 16 years old my dear. (I said it) -- It's true, mom. I am 16 years old but know that I am no longer a kid. (She answered me)