Mystery Opening Novels & Stories

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

Suddenly Celine felt this prickling sensation behind her neck, as if someone was watching. So she looked around, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was her mystery guy in the dark suit. She stared right back, issuing a challenge. ‘Hey there. Took you forever to notice me,’ she thought. ‘Let’s see who gives up first?’ She raised an eyebrow, and he grinned, so she smiled back. Celine felt like some communication passed between them in the few seconds they stared at each other.

He closed his eyes again when the light got too bright. The beeping was what brought him to open his eyes. He had no idea what the annoying sound was. He was in a hospital room. He looked around and saw out the door. There were the families of some of the guys he was with. Flashes came back to him as he closed his eyes. There had been an ambush. The syndicate had members on the force. He didn’t want to talk to anyone now. He had no idea who was good or not so good. That was not something any cop wanted to think about.

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 was lying on bed and thinking about the whole day. That café girl, I don’t know why but whenever I close my eyes her innocent face comes in my mind. I mean I love my mystery Girl then why does café girl’s blushing awaken some feelings in me? This café girl is messing my mind. Slowly thinking about café girl I drifted to sleep. ----------

Curious and confused, he followed the abnormal footprints and found himself standing in front of a closed room. DO NOT OPEN was written on the door that only worked to whet his curiosity. Curiosity and caution warred within him and eventually curiosity won as he found his fingers curled around the knob. With a small twist, he opened the door to meet with a sea of darkness. His gaze was quick to catch on something glowing in the center of the room. It seemed it was covered with cloth. He made his way towards the object and paused a step short. He extended his hands to pull off the cover when he felt two cold hands grabbing his legs. Color drained down his face.

The lock visibly began wobbling. "It's working!" Paolo shouted. "This stupid lock won't hold anymore!" "Move aside. Let me at it," Marco suddenly said, his voice sharp and forceful. There was a muffled thud. The lock emitted a piercing metallic scraping sound, and I saw a thin sliver of light shining through the keyhole. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out down the hallway, and someone outside yelled angrily at them. "What the hell are you all doing at Gemma's apartment?"

Chapter forty-seven: Who is this handsome man? Meanwhile At Mystery's mansion, Spencer Gomez, aka the fake Mystery, sat comfortably in the living room, speaking with Alissa over the phone. He leaned back against the sofa, his expression growing increasingly irritated as he listened to her. “I don't understand. Why don't you want to press charges?” Mystery asked. “She could literally go to jail.” “I can't do that, at least not now,” Alissa replied calmly. “Cindy isn't completely healed. I'll do this as my last kindness to her as my sister.”

Lucas stepped in front of Saria. “Don’t.” Victoria smiled again. “You still don’t understand what that key opens.” Saria’s eyes narrowed. “What?” Victoria took another step. “It opens the truth.” Suddenly, a loud metallic sound echoed from the far end of the warehouse. Everyone turned. A large steel door began sliding open. Behind it was a small room. A single light flickered inside. And then “Mummy!” Saria’s heart stopped. “Lily!” She tried to run. Lucas grabbed her arm.

Detective Sean opened the door of the underground basement, he cringed, seeing the sight before him. Making him retreats his footsteps. The twenty years he had been working as a detective and the the thirty five years he had spent in this town. He hadn’t seen a thing as this. Blood was was all over the wall. There was a writing in blood as well. ‘Don’t look for me, look for me you die.’ It did give him chills. The forensic department were there, running a test on the items on basement. But he couldn’t see them at the moment, the only thing he saw was the blood on the wall. He couldn’t seem to get his eyes off it.