Mystery For Teens Novels & Stories

🌊 🔥 CHAPTER 01 🔥🌊 Life, they say, is a mystery. Life they say, would be dull indeed without all the mystery around. What would be left to strive for if everything were know. The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve but a reality to experience. I always had this thinking that I was a random kid, a kid like others, totally no difference from other teenagers apart from the fact that our personalities are different. I’ve always wanted to find out who I truly am.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing. It was about a girl about to go to college, she is Blake’s age and she had spent the past two years solving murder cases and now she is clearly traumatized since in the last book, she had a guy die in her arms. I am not far in, I just started it on the plane and I have had much time to finish the book.

"She stole it! Everyone saw it. The necklace was in her bag!" All eyes turned to Emma, who remained calm and composed. She addressed the officers, "I request a fingerprint analysis of the necklace. Let's see how I could have stolen something without leaving my fingerprints on it."

"You know, you are quite perceptive for someone without any magic in their blood." "Just give me the key, Cam." He finally let go, and I took the key, walking away without looking back. The quiet halls felt even more eerie as I navigated the empty corridors. Finally, I reached the library and went to the hidden archives. As I entered, the familiar musty smell hit me. I pulled out the Werewolf 101 book and my mom's research journal and laid them on the table. The notes didn't match up with what I remembered from the archives.

"Illinois. In Chicago. Grew up in Little Italy. Where the mafia bosses terrorized those neighborhoods. That's where they get those crazy and scary nicknames from. Some called themselves The Prince. Scorpion, The Twister.." I really am not enjoying this piece of information but it seems to be his life's story so I don't bother cutting him off. Let him talk. ".. Until I found someone who was willing to run away from that godforsaken place. Her name was Lily. She was older than I was then. Fourteen, and I was thirteen. Young, huh?" I smile when we locked eyes in the rear view mirror. He goes on. "Me and Lily came here. Just the two of us. No mother or father or siblings. Sights on New York to s

Fuck, she makes me feel everything. "It is indeed a good morning," I say wrapping more of her wild hair around her ear so I can see her face better. "Sorry, I fell asleep," she says. I'm not sorry. I didn't want to get into her Dad's allegations last night and even though she wasn't happy about it she asked me to read her the book she had grabbed off my book shelf. One of my favorites. It's a mystery novel about two mates who find each other while they are both trying to catch the same serial killer that's on the loose.

Between trying to dig up information about my dad without getting murdered by my stepfamily, avoiding Alerion's suspicious looks, and pretending I wasn't slowly losing my mind from all the secrets I was keeping, stressed didn't even begin to cover it. "I'm fine," I lied, shoving books into my backpack with more force than necessary. "Just the usual teenage girl angst and homework overload." Michael raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. And that's why you've been spending every free period in the library looking like you're trying to solve the mysteries of the universe? Little Miss FBI agent." I stopped in place. Had he been watching me? That was either really sweet or really creepy, and I wasn't sure

His laughter couldn't make it past the loud gossip. He playfully bumped my shoulder with his, dragging me from the apparent whispers that weren't ending anytime soon. Hopefully, in a day — week? I glanced one more time at the mysterious boy, he was still in the same spot, clearly oblivious to everything happening around him. Close but so far away from the world. It was like he was in his little world. Away from the stupid tales, rumor has it, folks, and of course, high-school students. Biggest set of monsters.