Mystery Online Novels & Stories

I said, "Maybe, but that's risky. What if the people who took Aisling see it and get angry? What if they hurt her or kill her?" Hazel said, "Maybe we should go to the psychic. The one who claims to have visions of missing people." I said, "Maybe, but that's crazy. How do we know she's not a fraud? What if she tells us something that's not true?" Cleo said, "Maybe we should go to the dark web. The place where all the secrets and crimes are hidden. Maybe we'll find some clues or contacts there." I said, "Maybe, but that's dangerous. How do we know what we're getting into? What if we get caught or hacked or infected?"

Linda is mine and mine alone even if it means I will kidnap her heart ,I wouldn't regret it a bit. I logged into the internet later and organised an online meeting only to be told by other workers that Linda's PC is disconnected. I called her office intercom and she told me she wanted to rest a bit before it's time to go home. I told her co-workers not to disturb her throughout the day and none of them had the effrontery to question my orders. "Well,she needs rest and am damn gonna give her lots of it",I murmured to myself grinning from ear to ear,I love this girl so much.

“So… um. Have you seen what’s trending?” My chest tightened just a little. I already knew the answer. “Not really,” I said carefully. “Well,” she continued, rushing now, “people are making all these assumptions about Mystery’s secret lover—the one that was exposed on his livestream. You know how the internet is. They’ve started analyzing the footage, zooming in, comparing body types and a thigh tattoo, mannerisms… The clues are pointing to three different celebrities. A Chinese model and two British actors.” I closed my eyes briefly. Angela was listening quietly, her expression turning sympathetic.

" The officer produced another set of documents. "Kenny Freud, 24 years old, unemployed, with multiple detentions for online gambling. "One week before New Year's, he amassed a 30,000-dollar gambling debt. We have reason to believe Sarah's disappearance was coordinated with Giselle and Kathryn to create chaos and confusion." The truth unfolded, layer by bloody layer, in front of everyone. There were no innocent victims here. No pure sisterly bond. Only a pregnant teenage girl kept by a middle-aged man, a perfectionist obsessed with extreme aesthetics and willing to harm herself, and a girl deceiving for money to cover her gambler brother's debts.

Raymond answered, causing me to nod my head in response. His words plunged me into thought, and I began to wonder if my instinct was right all along. The new Xenra was really suspicious, and Raymond's words had only served to confirm my speculations. But then, I still was still trying to connect the dots when Raymond's words came again,

Then I got back to my research again browsing through criminal cases described in news articles and web forums. An hour passed and I was tired of reading bloody stories that got me nowhere near something I could use in the novel, so I began to grumble on one of the mystery-crime forums. “Help me out. Have you heard of any interesting murder case nowadays? I swear, I’m not a psycho, I’m a writer begging for an inspiration,” I hoped that sounded convincing enough. No one was answering. I’d waited for an hour and got little bit frustrated. I was about to get back to my previous way of research but then someone replied.

If she wanted to get to the bottom of this whole mess, she needed to have dinner with this guy. ‘Jeremy says there’s been several attempts for the past few months… nothing to be concerned about, but they’re all registered in New York and the surrounding areas,’ Max reiterates. ‘It’s like he wants to get caught. He’s not even masking his IP addresses,’ she thinks out loud.

Then I made my way towards my office without stopping, up the stairs and walking alongside the corridor until I was outside my office where I felt the presence of Zack and Lyla sitting down on the couches as they kept on talking about business. Without hesitation, I opened the door revealing the two shocked faces gazing at me wondering whether they are seeing an illusion. “Is that you Chris?” Zack asked confused. “Yea, isn't that obvious, anyways, were you guys speaking over mind link, I could hear you from far away” as I sat down pouring myself a cup of tea to drink feeling quite thirsty. Zack looked confused even more whilst Lyla was calmly drinking her tea as if this was expected, meaning

It was a dangerous game, navigating the treacherous world of gossip and scandal. One evening, while poring over countless articles and online forums, I stumbled upon a thread buried deep in the digital abyss. It was a comment—an offhand remark made by an anonymous user who claimed to have information about the blogger's own secrets. It was a twist of fate, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. With cautious optimism, I reached out to this mysterious individual, engaging in a delicate dance of trust and mutual benefit. We struck a fragile alliance, sharing information and resources that could potentially expose the blogger's own vulnerabilities. It was a high-stakes gamble, but we had to level t

On a moonlit night in the small town of Ravenwood, a peculiar mystery unfolded. Whispers of a ghostly figure haunting the abandoned mansion at the edge of town had piqued the curiosity of the locals. Emma, an adventurous soul with an insatiable appetite for mysteries, decided to unravel the enigma. Armed with a flashlight and a map she obtained from the town's archives, she ventured into the dark corridors of the dilapidated mansion.