Mystery Thriller Novels & Stories

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl

The investigation takes him through a labyrinth of treacherous alleys and shadowy corners, where whispers of danger and conspiracy lurk at every turn. As Miguel delves deeper, he encounters a cast of suspicious characters, each with their own motives and secrets to protect. Friends and foes blur together in a surreal dance of suspicion, making it increasingly difficult for Miguel to separate truth from deception. Time becomes his enemy, ticking away as he races against the inexorable march of justice.

I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him. I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupin are by far my most favourite ones, me being a fan of mystery thrillers. I am such an addict of criminal profiling that I actually have list and screenshots of wanted criminals or serial killers on my phone. Serial killings were always my favourite ones, as they have something In common and it always piqued my curiosity as to why there are still serial killers like Jack the Ripper or Stripper on lease.

The thought makes my chest tighten, and I force myself to take a deep breath. It is obvious there is more to that office than he lets on. Something is hidden there, something important. And as scared as I am, I feel a pull to uncover whatever mystery lies beneath the surface. I enjoy riddles, after all. The note that slipped out of the book yesterday still lingers in my mind, puzzling me with its cryptic contents. I want answers. I shake my head at my own foolishness, feeling both guilty and determined at the same time. The guilt gnaws at me, but the curiosity is stronger, pulling me toward the mystery like a moth to a flame.

I couldn’t help but smile. He squinted his eyes at me. “Ah, you know something that I don’t.” “Know what?” My smile widened. “At least, you share my frustration. It’s a good book, right?” “Yes. One of the great books I’ve read.” “I don’t even know if you read.” He smiled sadly. “One thing only a few people know about me, but yeah, I read.” “What’s your genre?” “Thriller, mystery, nonfiction. But Midnight is a mix of—"

“I want you to ransack her bag and bring whatever you find there.” Immediately Drey nodded and left my office. I moved to my laptop, typing in some things. Long time ago, I had installed camera's st tge gate of the Moon Blood Pack. I wanted to know everything going on with my uncle. With this new discovery, I zoom in to the camera at the mansion. There were numerous cars driving out of the mansion. I frowned. Whatever was going on, my uncle was up to something.

After meeting some old lady at a river who tells me to make three wishes that may or may not come true, I wonder what else life has in store for me. "So you say you're not new to New York city, right?" demands the driver for the second time. "No. I literally grew up here." "Means you were born here?" "Means I was." He nods, like this is the answer he's been expecting. "Nice." "Well, I'm from somewhere else." "Where is that?" "Illinois. In Chicago. Grew up in Little Italy. Where the mafia bosses terrorized those neighborhoods. That's where they get those crazy and scary nicknames from. Some called themselves The Prince. Scorpion, The Twister.."

"I didn't even see a jewelry box or necklace when I came in. I was busy discussing property details with Ms. Lynch. "After we finished, she asked me to get her some water. When I returned, she claimed the necklace was missing and accused me of theft. I suspect she deliberately planted the necklace in my bag to frame me!" Emma boldly stated her conclusion. The two officers exchanged glances again but did not say anything. Ms. Lynch was aghast. "Frame you? Why would I frame you?" "I may not know your motive, but the whole situation is extremely suspicious," Emma pointed out to the officers. "I'm willing to have my bag searched, and the necklace examined for fingerprints. I want to see how I co

But I haven't been able to make up my mind about it yet, so I'm still on the fence. "Web novels?" Miranda repeated in surprise. "What kind of web novels?" Mindy smiled awkwardly. "Urban romance." Miranda was speechless for a while. Mindy was a published mystery novelist. Back when mystery novels had been all the craze, Mindy made her grand debut with "Murder Weapon" and sold half a million copies. Later in the same year, her follow-up thriller novel, "The Deserted School", broke her personal sales record in a very short time as well.

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.