Mystery Opening Novels & Stories

The crate smelled faintly of cedar and rain. “There’s no note?” I asked. My voice sounded too loud, like a drum in a cathedral. Marcus shook his head, the smile in his eyes half-ironclad calm and half-expectant mischief. “Open it,” he said. “We can resist mystery for precisely as long as it takes to arrange coffee.”

Daniel and Hannah, arriving breathless and pale, sitting close together on the small sofa. And Dave, standing quietly near the box, waiting. “Do you want to open it,” Cloe asked Daniel softly. “You don’t have to.” “I do want to,” Daniel said. His hands were shaking slightly. “I’ve spent eighteen years opening other people’s mysteries. I think I owe myself this one.” He lifted the lid. Inside, on top of everything else, was a single envelope, the paper yellowed but intact, addressed in careful handwriting to Eleanor. Just the first name. Nothing else.

It was titled the *THE DIAMONDS* After tireless searching, she finally found it on a particular shelves that had a word engraved on its metal handles. It read, *mysteries*. She quickly grabbed the book out and sneezed repeatedly as the dust on the book found its way into her nostrils. She went to he father's old study and sat on the rusty chair while putting on the mini lamp on the table and finally in great anticipation, she opened the book.

Even a 16-year-old girl would know with the way my brother was being clumsy around her. But for some reason, Jasmine didn’t even have a hint that Micheal had something deeper for her. And I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her about it. I wanted her to notice the chemistry by herself, or better still, Micheal would get the confidence to finally open up about his feelings. Until then, I decided to just keep quiet and watch the amusement of the two talking ignorantly with each other as if there wasn’t something more serious between them. Let the mystery unravel itself!

Eager to see your face. Ten minutes after that... I called and ordered two coffees. She was distracted when she came in and didn’t even notice she was your friend with me. She was looking down at the tray as she opened the door and turned her back to close behind her. Poor guy was already smiling from ear to ear. "Hanna, this is Jessi McCartney." Nathan When I looked at him, her reaction was not what I expected. She opened a huge smile, really was very happy to see him.

I do everything I can to swallow down the acid in my throat as I wait again. There’s a knock on the door - softer this time but it still causes me to jump as I anticipate more. I feel like I’m the main character of a murder mystery film and I only pray that the ending is in my favor. I can’t make the mistake of opening the door again - not unless I’m certain of who is standing on the other side.

It's funny how a situation can change a person. From the corner of the table, I noticed an odd box that drew me in. Getting off the bed, I neared it and trailed my hand along the antique look of it. I knew I should open it, but it felt as if I had to. Denying my warning, I opened it to look at these letters that were handwritten specifically to Sinister. Beneath the letters, was an odd sliver chain which felt so beautiful in the hand yet so mysterious. The doorknob suddenly shifted, and I hastily put everything back in the box and jumped on the bed where I originally was. I am such a snoop, it's so embarrassing.

It's from an unlisted number. "Have you opened the package yet?"

"Do you have something strong here to drink?" "Uh, you mean beer?" "I mean liquor." "In that case you should check The Subway." "What's that?" "It's a club," he says, and consults his watch. "Five fifteen now. Should be up and running already. It's just down this street. Walk out and turn right. Can't miss it if you keep your eyes straight." I nod. "Thank you." "Is everything alright, miss? You look like you've been through a lot." "I just need to clear my head."

This year, he had to put on a show to convince his grandfather that he had indeed gotten married. Landon drove home, opened the door, and turned on the lights. The brightly lit interior made him freeze for a moment. He carefully looked around, wondering whether he had entered the wrong place. He had unlocked the door with his fingerprint, so there should not be any possibility of entering the wrong apartment. However, everything in front of him seemed unfamiliar.