Mystery Novels & Stories

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl

I advised. “No Aarav.. It’s necessary that we must complete the rituals..” Nandini exclaimed. Ahana said “but, it will take time to get from the market and then mix it” I sighed and moved away. When I was dancing with Manvi I had seen Ahana heading towards the kitchen hiding from everyone. I moved and searched for the original turmeric bowl. After 10 minutes of searching, I found it hidden behind the kitchen shelf. I came to the hall and placed the bowl on the table “here you go. Now apply it and let all the evil vibes wash away” I said, staring at Manvi with love.

There was a car outside. "Who's that!" Harry was shocked that somebody actually found this place. "I'll better leave you here than wasting my time right now." He added took out a box of matches and burned in. "What are you trying to do!" Arien was scared to death but she couldn't do anything. "I'm gonna leave no evidence to show that I was guilty. Bitch you'll be saved if you're lucky enough." With that he threw the burning match into a wooden box from which he was taking the drugs to inject on her and it caught fire instantly. Harry ran to the exit.

he added. “Uhm, it’s okay.” Actually, everything has been alright for the past few weeks, but when I found out about the mysteries here in this apartment, I started feeling something I can’t name. I am scared, and at the same time, I’m curious to seek the truth behind this one. The mysteries are waiting for me to solve them, but I don’t know how to start and where. I didn’t have the leads. Wait. I do. That man.

Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.

He pulled out a shot gun and cocked it,a serious gaze crossing his face as he stared at the mansion. " We've gone through our plans and I know no one is having second thoughts."He stared at the other two. Daniel nodded. However, Annabelle who had been quiet throughout the ride to the place,said nothing. "Babe?" Daniel turned to her. " What's wrong?" "Honestly, I'm just having a strange feeling.Something just doesn't feel right." She sighed,running her hand through her hair. She wasn't a stranger to sudden intuitions but this one was way too strong. Something was amiss but she couldn't put her finger on it.

“Yes.” “And she landed a high-level internship at New York Times straight out of school.” Miles nodded. “Which doesn’t happen..Not without connections.” “Who were they?” “That’s the thing,” he said. “We can’t find any trace of contact with anyone suspicious.” I looked back down at the page. Mandy Moore. Twenty-six. Sharp eyes in every photo. The kind of face that noticed exits before décor. “What else?” I asked. “She specialized in… patterns,” Miles said carefully. “Corporate scandals…..Missing persons…..Unsolved fires and mysterious murders”

A clean, contained thing. I looked at the boy arranging marshmallows into a pattern only he understood. I looked at the man sitting quietly across from me, one thumb tracing the rim of his mug. I took a sip of the hot chocolate, warm and slightly too sweet and exactly right, and understood, for the first time since stepping off that plane, that the thing I had been escaping toward had already shifted into something I hadn't planned for at all. I wasn't sure yet whether that was frightening or the opposite of it.

"She is betrayed, left broken and then reborn." Kaelis Veylaris thought she had everything. Well, until the night her husband pushed her from a tower. She is the only daughter to the Alpha of the Ashfang Pack and destined to be the first female Alpha in years. When her rule is objected to, she agrees to get married to Valrik Dreadmoor, a warrior in her pack. She helped him rise, helped him soar, and what she got in return was a cheating man because she was unable to conceive. Then he chose to toss her over the window when she confronts him. She awakens in the territory of the enemy with no memory, chained and imprisoned. There she discovers that she's not just any wolf. She is a