Mystery Novels & Stories

he got up from the sofa, pacing from one side to the other, analyzing things, "... Where is the crime?" "It's waiting to be discovered... I think." I objected doubtfully and dizzy from his zigzags. "I don't think it's good to meddle. I better tell dad about this." Abby's father was a police officer, it was her greatest pride. "We needed evidence to talk to him, Abby, it's a mystery and we're the ones to solve it." "Don't know." she alluded stunned. Abby and I have always been fans of mysteries , we were both cunning and liked to look for clues and discover the truth. Ever since we saw Sherlock Holmes, we've been solving puzzles... And we both considered Scooby

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

-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.

Ophelia is calm, Ellon is aggressive, and Monais timid: they are grouped to work on their weak points and stabilize their strong points. ”We can’t always expect things to be straight and open; if that criminal were straight, then he would have already been caught when he was murdered for the first time. And the police wouldn’t take so much time and let another nine murders happen; if they can find the clue at first, then there is no need for nine other girls to die; this case may be tricky. But at least we can fight hard and try to get justice for all the girls if we can; this is our main priority also, so let’s move on and work on our best to fight hard” Ophelia knows that this case is a li

I said and she shrugged "So, tell me mom. Let's talk about this now. What is it about Adrian touching that book which makes you so scared?" I said and she looked at me for some time and sat saying "Elsa. This book contain somethings Adrian doesn't need to know if he opens it. It will make him uncontrollable and you'll lose him. Yes, it's a sacred book and it should help him. But they are still some mysteries. If he finds out now. It will only bring more tention between the natural and the supernatural...and hence, the natural will be destroyed in the process...and that's only going to be a disaster that will never end. Except, there's a sealed being--" she stopped not finishing her statement

The following morning brought an unusual sense of anticipation. Not anxiety. Not fear. Curiosity. Interesting. Very interesting. Because despite everything they had uncovered, one final question remained. Who was the man in the photograph? And why did Lily consider him important? The mystery lingered throughout the day. Even during ordinary activities. Especially during ordinary activities. Ava found herself thinking about it while reviewing work documents. While preparing lunch. While listening to Nova explain magazine circulation strategies that sounded suspiciously like a hostile corporate takeover. Interesting. Very interesting.

" It seemed like they were digging for dirt on me, but when they came up empty, they just grabbed some junk metal to make a quick buck. That was what I figured. They were hunting for something to hold over my head, and it cost them their lives? That thought lingered in my mind. I had to see the scene for myself. Behind the yellow police tape, two white sheets lay draped over shadowy figures on the ground. I stood there for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. All for a few dollars, for that stubborn pride, to end up dead in that grimy corner. I could not help but wonder if it was really worth it.

"You got something, Blackwood? Because right now, 'ritual killer' is all we've got, and that's not exactly narrowing the suspect pool in a city this size." "The wounds aren't made by conventional weapons," she said carefully. "And the positioning of the bodies suggests knowledge of old religious practices. I have contacts who might help identify the symbols." Rick glanced at her, surprise briefly crossing his features. In three years as partners, she'd never mentioned specialized contacts. "Do it," Mendoza ordered. "And keep it quiet. Last thing we need is panic about satanic cults or whatever the hell this is." If only it were that simple, Casie thought.

“This is a tricky one, but we’ll get to the bottom of it.” I shook his hand, the rough texture of his palm a stark contrast to the smooth silk of Laura’s dresses. As I left the coffee shop and stepped back out into the harsh glare of the early afternoon sun, a heavy weight settled in my chest. The missing funds were a serious problem, but the thought of betrayal, of someone close to me being responsible, was even more disturbing. I had to trust Miles, trust that he would uncover the truth, whatever it might be. But the uncertainty gnawed at me. Who was the thief? Was Arnold really the criminal? The question lingered, unanswered, as I headed back to the company, the weight of suspicion now a

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.