Mystery Short Stories Novels & Stories

I'd left that party early for one reason. And now, I was about to give in to it. I stepped into his room, the familiar scent wrapping around me like a secret I was too far gone to resist. The door clicked softly behind me as I eased it shut, leaving the rest of the world outside. The room was dim, only a sliver of moonlight spilling in through the curtain. I didn't turn on the light—I didn't need to. I'd been here enough times to know where everything was. The doorknob turned. A soft creak followed. He stepped in, and my breath caught.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

What indicated just any romance, she used this time to base herself on these tales to tell her own stories, where she modified and began to write about the stories from the love letters, sometimes involving murder. In some cases of crimes, where she began to publish these same mysterious tales of violence, she never said that these cases were real. Here and there, for a while, cases occurred in other countries very similar to what she wrote about, but she never reported to the authorities that she received such a product, they were so explicit, sometimes so cruel, it seemed as if she saw shadows and outlines of someone who watched her from outside the walls of her residence. She started exch

Lisa has been making some secret calls ever since I came… Our taxi arrived, and we went downstairs. We hopped in, and Lisa brought out her phone to make another suspicious call again… I leaned against the window and breathed heavily. I trusted her so I wasn't scared. The stress of the day came rushing back. Then, suddenly, the image of the beast from my past flashed through my mind. My hands tightened around the fabric of the dress. I had promised myself that if I ever came across him again, I would destroy him. But why was I thinking about him now?

MYSTIC HOLLOW (Homicide) . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 11 . "Some weeks ago, a young lady came here and asked me same questions about Sarah Bellos. You definitely do not know what you are trying to deal with" Grandpa warned. "Grandpa, if you give us hints, we believe we can do this, together" Peter spoke as Grandpa breathed down. "Kids, stay away from Mystic Hollow mysteries.." he didn't finish as Laura cut in.

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

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.

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.

There was something sinister lurking beneath the surface, something that sent shivers down my spine. As an investigative journalist, I had a knack for seeking out the unexplained, drawn to the mysteries that others preferred to ignore. The recent string of brutal murders had captured my attention, not only for their sheer savagery but for the inexplicable nature of the attacks. The rumors whispered in dark corners hinted at something beyond the scope of mere human cruelty. It was the perfect story, the kind that could make or break a career. And I was determined to uncover the truth. The moon cast an eerie glow over the deserted streets as I made my way to the local café. It was the hub of g