Mystery Lovers Novels & Stories

Daren had always loved music from an early age, good music was fun to listen to and a soothing voice was always the best for a good calm, but there was one thing he liked more than music and that was MYSTERY. He liked mysterious things or people, the suspense, the confusion, the annoyance, the curiosity, and every single feeling mysterious things or people gave. He liked the mystery but once it was solved, he would lose interest instantly as a solved mystery wasn't a mystery anymore.

𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙖 Silence It is deafening. It cannot be a bloody coincidence that I happen to choose a card and every picture drawn on the card is a symbol of the secrets I am keeping from people. Lake Wolves Isn't the whole point of tarot cards? To tell about your future or dark past. The terror of what I have just picked in my hands and the possibility of it being a sign of danger is creeping its way inside my soul.

-MyMischievous_M (Warning: There's a typographical and grammatical error ahead so bear with the author because she's still learning and trying to be better day by day. SYNOPSIS: Majesty Greyish Lux is a detective who wants to unfold the truth about the crime that happened 10 years ago. Her first love got murdered and she was the only witness. But after 10 years the murderer is still unknown to her. She never saw the face of the man who murdered her first love so she chose to be a detective to find the culprit.

Hello Everyone. I just want to use this opportunity to say thank you for reading my books and for those of you who support it... Thank you a million more time and readers are just as special ☺️. The Mafia's Lover has come to an end but don't be too quick to Jump the boat because it's not over untill it's over. So without Further Adieu, I am proud to announce the sequel of the Mafia's Lover. THE MAFIA'S DAUGHTER.

I say. "Blue and silver. What is yours?" He asks. "Green and white. What is your favourite person in the world?" I ask. "My Mom. Yours?" He asks. "Your Dad. And other than from family?" I ask. "My best friends Vance and Kathy. What is your guilty pleasure?" He asks. "I would have said chocolate but also I love spending time in bathtub with a good romantic novels. What is yours?" I ask as I look away to hide my blush.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

And why is he doing this to me? I never had a relationship in my 20 years of lifetime. I know I'm beautiful with white milky skin and hazel eyes with moose brown hair till my waist and a nice body. Many guys wanted to be in a relationship with me. But I avoided it. I only wanted to be with the man I love. I wanted the man I love to be my first in everything. But this psycho stole my first kiss. A small tear stained my cheek. I hate him so much.

Letting someone stay with me without scrutinizing everything about the person is something I never do. Before Kyle started living with me, I had to find out everything about him, every single detail of him was important. Don’t ask me why because I have my reasons, as they say, every experience comes with a lesson. I have made countless impulsive decisions but I think offering my house to a total stranger is one of the worst, but how bad can it be?

Third-Person POV Liam smiled as Madison blew out her candles and cut the cake. But he was annoyed. Sophia still hadn't shown up at the party. He'd scared her enough. He just wanted her to apologize to Madison and put the past behind them. Was that so hard? A guard rushed in. Liam's eyes lit up—then darkened when he saw Sophia wasn't there. "Where is Sophia?" The guards were sweating. They handed him the box. "It's a gift from the madam. She asked you to open it."

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.