Mystery Short Stories Novels & Stories

Ruby was already asleep by the time I got back to the apartment, and I was glad for that because I wasn’t in the mood to answer any more questions tonight. I definitely didn’t think I was going to be able to sleep tonight. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph and those images I had seen. It was all so strange, and it couldn’t just be a coincidence. I grabbed my laptop and started searching the web for similar cases. After only a little research, I found some articles that describe similar murders in the area. These were the type of mysterious cases that the Nightwalker police would take care of and there were quite a few news articles on the topic.

Author’s POV: Next day all was going good, classes were going on inspector Isaac and John and others were working in their police station. All of a sudden, the electric lights began trembling. The occurrence kept happening for ten to fifteen seconds and then it was ok. Some people got frightened and all got curious. “This happened after eleven years, the same as before”, Isaac told in presence of John and another officer. They looked at each other. Students of a class started whispering. Seeing that the lecturer ordered to stop and again began to give his lecture. Lusie looked her left-right and it was ok few persons there steered each other.

It would be 12 AM soon and the deed need to be done before 11:59 PM. "Have a nice sleep." She said with a malicious smirk as she disappeared. She walked away from the backyard and put her cloak over her head as she moved towards the pack borders. "Who is there?" One of the pack patrols yelled and she hurriedly ran and crossed the log of wood that indicated the end of the pack. She looked back and smiled victoriously. "Wait for me." She thought with a giggle before stomping away in the dark night. * * * Lyra sat up instantly. Something pricked in her mind and she could not sleep. She does not know why. She sniffed in the air and this pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose. "Whose scent is th

I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars. Before I could give the handsome stranger an answer, I felt a hand tug my arm with force, pulling me away from the guy swiftly. “Hey man! What the fuck!”yelled the beautiful stranger as he became smaller and smaller, nearly out of sight. I could hardly see in the darkened area where I was being led to. My heart raced, and I feared the worse. Was I being attacked? I didn’t have a weapon, but I tried to remember all the self-defense lessons Lisa and I had taken that summer. And where the fuck was security?

The police sighed, exasperated, trying to keep the onlookers at bay—but even as they did, their eyes flicked toward me with a faint trace of suspicion and disgust. I stayed calm. "Officer," I said evenly, "I was the one who reported this. If I really had hurt anyone, would I have called the police on myself?" No one would be that foolish. The officer's expression shifted, a trace of thoughtfulness creeping back in. Then Harry spoke again. "The truth is, my cousin has some mental issues. She once feared we'd harm her over a lottery ticket—even kill her. Now she's saying she didn't hurt anyone, trying to frame us instead."

“I’ve been writing, too.” I stared at him, utterly stunned. “You? Writing?” He laughed, a rich, joyful sound that carried on the wind. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re not the only one with a story to tell.” He pulled a small, black moleskine notebook from his coat pocket. “It’s not a memoir. It’s… well, it’s a mystery. About a grumpy, retired surgeon who gets pulled into solving a crime in his sleepy coastal town.” I burst out laughing, the sound mingling with the crash of the waves. “Arthur! You’re writing a murder mystery?”

c Lucien couldn't help the unease settling in his chest as he stared at the headline news flashing across the screen. His concern was growing by the second, especially after seeing his friend’s name trending in every corner of the internet. He hadn’t expected the story to spread so rapidly—no one had. It was astonishing how quickly such personal matters could become public gossip.

He hadn’t even really hurt me, the reasoning went, so he could be trusted until the case went to trial. Which could be months, and probably would be. Liam hired backup, and he moved in. He’d been living on my property the whole time, but he moved right into my house, into the room next to mine. So close I could nearly touch him. Not that I wanted to. Not that I was going to. But I could. Then the creepy notes started, and the cops weren’t able to figure out who was sending them. There were no fingerprints on any of them, and they were always delivered right to my front gate. My cameras caught very little, since whoever delivered them was always careful to hide their features.

I don't want to lose either of them. While I'm lost in my thoughts, I suddenly feel like I'm falling. What's happening? Am I dreaming? Maybe I'm still asleep or having one of those weird out-of-body experiences. Just as quickly as it starts, it stops. I'm standing in a forest, but it doesn't feel like a normal forest. "Misty." When I spin around, I see two women behind me. One of them has long, shiny silver hair and pale blue eyes. The other has long, dark brown hair and grey eyes. They're beautiful.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.