Mystery Romance Novels & Stories

She wanted me to take care of Polius, and I’m going to do that. I didn’t realize that I dozed off. The last thing I remember, I was trying to have fun by myself by reading some books from the bookshelf. It’s not transparent, and I didn’t expect that Polius was a book worm. It’s a lot of books, and the primary genres are romance and mystery. Nice taste, huh? Going back, I was woken up by groans. My neck hurts from my position and I can’t move it in one move. Shoot! Why is this happening again? A series of unfortunate incidents. I opened my eyes and saw that Polius was struggling to sit; therefore, I helped him.

Ryan said with a shrug. "Jasmine" I called but she stood up and walked out and I stood up to follow her but I stopped. "Thank you." I said to Ryan and he smirked. "See you in the next five years, go after your girl." He said, I smiled and ran after Jasmine. 💊 .......the END

More than Mona, Ellon is more frustrated maybe because, in his whole life other than girlfriends or some one-night stands, he never had any girl close to him without any romantic feeling involved, But maybe Opheli is the only one Ellon always thought of as a buddy, a friend who is close to heart, but never their friendship crossed the line. Maybe he always wondered, ‘why, he didn’t have any romantic feeling or infatuation towards Ophelia? What’s the reason?’ He never gets the answer, but whenever he thought she was someone close to him and wanted to cement their friendship even more strongly, he couldn’t help feeling that he was far away from her and couldn’t reach her made him feel sad.

“Damien, what are you…? I trailed off, because when I opened it… there was no one outside. Not even the person I was expecting. My eyebrows furrowed in deep confusion, and it felt like a prank until I dared to look down. A bouquet of flowers. White roses—my favorite. My heart raced with uncertainty as I slowly bent down to pick it up. “Flowers?” I murmured, brushing my fingers over them. “Who sent these?” Was it Damien? I glanced around the space but it was empty. There wasn’t a single person in sight, and it made me a bit scared. Fearfully, I rushed in and locked the door, making sure to use the keys this time. There was a note attached to the flowers, and it grabbed my attention.

We had burned the world down to the ground, but in the ashes, I realized that some secrets refuse to stay buried. Our journey wasn't just a quest for freedom; it was the foundation for a mystery that went deeper than the mountains we had just destroyed. And in the dark of the woods, I realized that the real challenge—the one that would define who we truly were—was only just beginning.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

“I said that you are hot but it felt weird to think of you as a sexy guy since you saw me through my teenage hormones.” “Ouch,” he repeated my earlier comment but amusement still sparkled in his eyes. The music stopped. Scarlett strolled towards us so I nudged him to Olivia. As soon as he was out of earshot, I muttered to Scarlett, “I’m going to sneak out and get back to the hotel.” “Oh, no,” she protested. “Not yet. My mystery man hasn’t come yet.” It was past midnight. I was starting to doubt he would show up but I kept the comment to myself. I didn’t want to upset Scarlett. She had been through enough and I’d never seen her as happy as this past week.

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

I spun back around, my heart hammering as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “The body of prominent Italian tycoon Alex Gray was discovered today in Russia under mysterious circumstances. Authorities report that a cryptic note was found at the scene, referencing a decade-old murder case that once led to the arrest of Russian Mafia leader Nicholas Romanov Fortune and three of his men. Investigators suspect the note may be linked to the elusive witness from the infamous case, though its meaning remains unclear. While speculation points to Mafia involvement, the execution of the crime was so precise—so methodically clean—that no traceable evidence has been left behind. With no leads