Mystery Novels & Stories

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It

"Officer, my boyfriend doesn't like causing trouble, but this isn't something that only concerns the two of us. What if the thief breaks into someone else's home and kills someone?" Milton was sweating profusely now, his eyes darting around, trying to signal me. But I acted as though I didn't see. "Doesn't this have fingerprints and DNA on it? You can test it!"

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

DISMAY. Consternation and distress, typically caused by something unexpected. A feeling of disappointment or sadness. Driven by the devastating revelation that Josh was not only Dylan's doctor but his death was connected to Dylan, Anna hurriedly returned to her apartment—Hannah's old residence. While the police had concluded their investigation into the recent break-in as an unsuccessful search for valuables, Anna's intuition (and her new information about Hannah) told her otherwise. As she walked over towards her apartment, the cold dread in her stomach coiled tighter with every step. The familiar route to her neighbourhood felt alien now, haunted by the ghost of Hannah and the tragic spect

’ The inspector crossed his legs one over another and gazed towards the ceiling. What is happening, he asked himself nervously. It was as if he was trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle in the dark. The newest aspect of this mystery was a troubling one. There was no plausible motive left for Anubhav to murder Esha. Anubhav had left a lucrative job abroad in order to be with the love of his life. Now she was ready to elope with him. Yet, that very evening they had a fight in the Bailey’s disc ... and somehow her sweater landed up in his room. The inspector punched a fist into his other hand. Nothing was making sense. The puzzle was definitely missing

Don't know why I did but I felt slight pity. No I didn't. " Thank you" she said and walks pass me. Doesn't she recognize me? What happened? She seems different. I watch her as she walks without paying attention to her environment. I followed her back home, I don't know why I did though. Watching her bake, she made a little cake with four candles right on top of the cake. She walks out of her house with the cake. I kept following her with the car. She ended up at the bank of a river. Did I mention it was already dark? I got out of the car. she rubs the ground with her hand and drops the cake beside the pile of sands. She sat beside it.

His hands shake, and his eyes blur for no reason. He closed his eyes to give them a quick rest, then held the bridge of his nose, "In every mystery, there’s a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. But this puzzle seems to have other pieces that belong somewhere else but where?" Gertrude's brow rose, then asked in a curious tone, "Why do you think that?" "In a normal murder case, what are the basic things to consider?" He asks. "The victim. The suspect. The motive." She responds

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

"Mittens, get back here!" Madeline had never been to this part of the house before. A sinister feeling struck her as they entered the ominous darkness. She did not know where the light switches were, and it was starting to scare her. Chills spread across her body; she was only wearing a short nightgown layered with a thin sweater, and there was no source of heat in this part of the house. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm and calm herself down. Suddenly, a faint hint of light appeared as they turned around a corner. The cat proceeded into the room. Madeline peeked through the doorway curiously; there was a staircase leading down.