Mystery Woman Books Novels & Stories

“Instead of threatening me Arsenio, did you find out information about that woman??? Because she isn't what she seems at all…. She's very sneaky and especially calculative and she moves like the wind….she doesn't show her face to anyone unless she wants to be seen!!” “What kind of bitch is that???!!!” I yelled. “From what I heard, she is either going out with someone in the Mafia or she is in the Mafia herself but either way, she is a very dangerous woman.” “Find that bitch for me and do it as soon as possible!!!!!” “It seems like you didn't understand or comprehend a word I just said…that bitch is dangerous and I would not want to associate myself with anything that has to do with her!!! Sh

I smile at her. "Miss Long, I suggest you just put her name down as Bunny Wild and stop!" the woman snaps. "Mr Holloway is getting increasingly angry at the delay in her arrival!" She turns and walks away. I turn and smile at Miss Long. "Bunny Wild, please follow." The other woman shouts out to me, and I turn, following her up. She looks at me in disgust. I guess I'm hated. I can't help but smile at that; I don't care to be fair.

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

I shrieked when I saw the old lady that was lurking behind me, giving me the stink eye disgusted. “I want a copy of Macbeth, rental two weeks period.” I tried to slow my heartbeats and move. This woman almost gave me a heart attack. I went to the shelves to get her the book she wanted, and who buys or rents a book this late? It’s 10 pm for God’s sake. Isn’t she afraid that someone would rob her or, worse, kill her? “Here you go ma’am, this would be.....” “I know what the cost is, here.”

There was that one word again that made my entire body feel like it was on fire " what's a mate " i finally spoke in confusion . " and why are you doing this , please just let us go " i screamed in desperation. " oh trust me you will find out " she sneered , " but for now you will follow anything we tell you to do we will send lily with you as a spy to make sure you do exactly as we say or else we will make sure your mother is really dead this time, and trust me we also have things on our side that not even you monsters can handle " she said in a final tone,

The lady at the cashier recognized me immediately when I came in and gave me a small smile before assisting the next customer lining up in front of her. They were told to pretend that they don't know me and I'm glad that mom told them to because I don't want to grab everyone's attention and curiosity. I just want to shop and be out of the house in peace. I hurriedly went to where the fantasy books are. I've been reading mystery books for the past month and I want to try something different. I don't know why, but I'm really engrossed in reading mystery books especially when I could always figure out who the suspect is before the detective could even tell who it was in the end.

He snapped out of it when James and Tristen began shoving each other on the couch causing him to spill his beer, he put it down on the coffee table before giving both of them hits on the head and walking back to his room. He hesitated for a minute before he grabbed his laptop and then began to search the SPD, He read about more of her successful investigations and could not help but feel extremely proud of this extremely accomplished woman, who has also been through her fair share of unfortunate events, summarily to him. Grayson shook his head at himself before removing his glasses and deciding this was the first and last time he would ever look her up if they were to meet again. It would be

I step inside, the air thick with dust and the scent of old paper. The shelves are packed with books—hardcovers, leather-bound, yellowing with age—and the walls are plastered with strange symbols I can’t even begin to understand. In the back, a small table is covered with candles, crystals, and something that looks like a human jawbone. A woman is sitting at the table, humming softly to herself, her long gray hair falling in tangled waves around her shoulders. She’s wearing a faded shawl that matches the atmosphere of the room—worn but not yet decayed. She looks up when I step forward. Her eyes are sharp, but there’s something familiar about them. The same kind of knowing I saw in Ruth’s eye

Curious and slightly wary, and entirely unaware that the woman standing ten feet away from her had once counted her fingers in a hospital room and memorised every one. "Mama," Luna said softly. She was looking at Isabella. I felt a sharp pain pierce my heart. Isabella held her closer and turned away without looking at me again, and Elias followed, and the man by the laptop pulled the drive and pocketed it, and within two minutes the warehouse was emptying of everyone except me and the still, silent figure in the wheelchair by the far wall. The door closed. I stood completely motionless until I heard the cars outside start and pull away.

Tomorrow, I’d meet her, the mystery woman, or whoever the fuck she was. The woman behind the shadows. The woman who had my grandmother intrigued. A company with no digital fingerprints. A CEO who didn’t want to be known. Why did that feel so fucking familiar?