Novel & Cerita Mystery Thriller

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

Together, we form an unlikely trio—Ron, the determined husband seeking the truth; Fulu, the investigator with a knack for uncovering hidden connections; and me, Divine, caught between the love for my family and the need for justice. As we delve deeper into our case, we stumble upon a twist that could rival any crime novel. The motive behind the sudden police interest begins to take shape, and we find ourselves entangled in a web of revenge, power plays, and long-buried secrets. It's as if we've stumbled into a real-life thriller, with Fulu leading us through clues like a master detective.

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

It was how they always worked. Only right now it wasn’t working and they weren’t enjoying it. They shouldn’t have held the meeting at Sam’s apartment, the place held too many recent memories. “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it matters, it’s a key plot driver. It’s like having a murder mystery and never finding out who does the murder.” “But that’s the point, you just said the key word.” “What key word—murder?” “No, mystery, that’s what make it so unnerving, the audience is never sure who sends him the links, we let them work it out for themselves, so they project their own fears onto it.”

I went ahead to kiss her forehead and wished her a good night rest before getting back into my car. When I got home,I couldn't cook any meal cos I was so famished and can't bring myself to cooking dinner. I ordered for pizza and ate it with beer. I had a shower later then watched news for a while before going to bed. I couldn't sleep and was imagining what it was gonna be like to have Linda on my bed cuddling. With that,I stood up and took my coat ;the one I wore to work today, wrapped it after inhaling her scent, placed it beside me on the bed and cuddled it as if it were Linda. Before I knew it,I was already dozing off."Strange things love can do to a man"I thought sleeping.

And now, Kennedy had unfortunately become one of my suspects. I needed answers, and I was running out of time to find them. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine while this shadow loomed over my every step. I had a private investigator working on it, but they hadn’t come up with anything concrete yet. And every day without a lead felt like another day the stalker was getting closer, learning more about me. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the wild beating of my heart. There had to be a motive behind all of this. Why would someone go to such lengths to scare me? To leave these clues, these twisted pieces of my past scattered like breadcrumbs leading me to... what?

She stumbled back, hand over her mouth, feeling the bile rise. Pinned to the bear’s chest was a note, scrawled in jagged letters: "I'M NOT YET DONE WITH YOU, DR. ARIA." Terror gripped her, cold and paralyzing. Her breaths turned shallow and rapid. Every shadow in the room seemed to stretch, every sound suddenly louder. She wasn’t just frightened—she felt hunted.

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?

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.