Mystery Suspense Novels & Stories

The lingering smell of expensive perfume from the parents mixed with fear and despair, hanging heavy in the air. I sat at my desk, turned on the lamp, and opened my textbooks. Under the warm light, the familiar formulas and theories slowly calmed my racing mind. I knew this wasn't over. Giselle's test report and the pills under Sarah's desk were two pieces of the puzzle—but they didn't make a complete picture. And Kathryn? What was her role in all of this? And who booked that ticket under my name? How did they get my student ID and pull this off?

“Don’t be shocked, okay? I also reviewed the footage and found out that there was no driver. Jerome traced the plate number but it was odd that it wasn’t even registered.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up after what I heard from him and that made me flinched at the moment. That was the same dark and mysterious night where all I could see was complete darkness in the balcony. I felt a flash of terror on my chest but I didn’t make it transparent to him. Would that be Juno’s doing? She might have wanted to kill me out of jealousy. “Can you promise me one thing, Aris?” I stopped from walking that made him do the same thing.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

Everything is disorganised and messy all of a sudden. Instead of answers, she was faced with even more questions. And not only that, it seemed that this kind of cycle has been going on for so long that she almost got used to it. This kind of cycle was like a cliche story line of a novel dealing with mystery, and somehow, this pisses her off. “Sure that the prolonged suspense was beneficial to hook them up, but it would be better for my mission to obtain the answers as soon as possible.” she muttered to herself as she walked in the driveway of her house and into the garage.

The scene in the diner had left an indelible mark on his consciousness, a puzzle that begged to be unraveled. His mate’s scent, the resonance of their shared essence, lingered in the air like an unsolved riddle. Silas found himself drawn to the mystery, a puzzle that promised revelations and untold secrets. It was a curiosity that piqued the ancient vampire's interest, transcending the cold, calculated demeanor that often characterized him.

I asked so he wouldn't feel like he was talking to a ghost. He shrugged. "Sunsets are mysterious. The way darkness slowly creeps over the horizon gives me a sense of mystery." His eye bore into me. Strange as it may seem, his gaze didn't make me uneasy. "And I've always been fascinated with mysteries. I love things that puzzle and confuse me." I swallowed a lump. The sun hitting his face emphasizes his features, and if it's a crime to say that he looks majestic at this moment, then I plead guilty. "I love things that make me question my sanity."