Oprah Book Club Mystery Novels & Stories

FREDERICK pov As I got to my study room, I picked up my favorite book, "How to win in the sport of business" by Mark Cuban. I had already gotten to the third chapter and figured I should go on with it if I wanted to sign off on the business deal with Giveon Ventures. After reading for one hour, I realized I had not heard Ma Cleopatra's voice after my parents and Ivy had left. I dropped the book and headed downstairs to search for Ma Cleopatra. I found her cleaning up the dishes and moved forward to ask what I was having for dinner.

I said with a smile. Her eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh! You're the Gonzalezes! In the Miller beach house! We're so glad someone is finally living there year-round." She leaned in conspiratorially. "We have a weekly book club. Tuesdays at ten. We're starting a new mystery next week. Nothing too taxing. We'd love to have you." A book club. The invitation was so ordinary, so wonderfully mundane. For a moment, the old Gwen surfaced—the one who scheduled meetings with senators and orchestrated multi-million-dollar legal strategies. But she was quickly quieted by the woman I was now.

Dr green nodded in acknowledgment. "Am sure he's gonna come back, the reason he searched so earnestly for you the other time, he gonna come searching for you again" "I don't wanna go back there " "Why?" She shakes her head. "I read a book once in my mentor study thought it was just a fictional book and nothing special about it, it felt weird, you know, the past cross passing the present. It like we are in the past-present. Then an opportunity came, I took it, and began working as an intern. He wanted to bring the past to life. With him being in control.”

"Ah, that's true. I've been reading a lot about humans lately, they're quite interesting creatures. Apparently they're not affected by silver in any way. I tested it out a couple days ago with Madeline by giving her a silver necklace, and it was true! She held it in her hand with no reaction at all." Matthew glared at her, not liking the idea of her 'testing' things on his mate. "How did you even know about that?" "I read it in a book about different creatures, I think I brought it with me." She rummaged around her bag, before pulling out a thick book and setting it on his desk: Encyclopedia of the world's intelligent creatures. "Isn't it our turn to coach the new soldiers at the training gr

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

She shook her head left and right, not believing, she grabbed her phone on the night stand and tried to call Nathaniel but it went straight to voicemail, also Rachel's line. Am I alone? Am I truly alone? That's not possible. Kids love their parents unconditionally right? ******* After getting discharged Mrs King arrived back to her large cold mansion and at the center of the living room was a brown package for her. She took a seat slowly and opened the package, her nose flared up seeing the familiar book that was ending her life, THE CLAPBACK. She wanted to throw the book away but she checked the back cover seeing the book's about and details about Lydia the author. She opened a random page

Her hip was evident in every stride, her small waist was snatched perfectly. I suddenly felt hot, like I needed more than a second to breathe. I loosened my tie. Her eyes fell on something beside me. Or rather someone. Aliyah. She was the daughter of the chairman of the conference. I hated how clingy she was but I had to put up with it till the conference was over. I tried to untangle our intertwined elbows while looking at Acadia but she held still. Noticing my unease, she looked at what I was looking at and smirked.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

7am Nicole was led into the interrogation room at Shane's order. She gasped as she met Shane already seated. She took her seat in trepidation and Shane began. "I was really surprised when I realized that you are Sandy Mills. Do you know why? It's because Sandy Mills is my favorite author of mystery novels. You always got me hooked even from the first sentence. Guess what? I have a copy of your latest mystery novel 'The Cliff'. I like everything about it, it's a great piece of art but little did I know that the brain behind this mastery is a psycho!" Shane yelled.

To my biggest surprise, I saw Patrick heading to the car with the mystery man. It was very hard for me to believe. I thought my eyes were leading me astray. Patrick leads the mystery man to the car without a gun. I maintained my emotions and remained seated in the car while pretending that everything was good. But inside dwells thousands of questions that can only be answered by Patrick. “Good day, sir,” The mystery man greeted me. I forced myself to respond while narrowing my gaze at Patrick. I was waiting for an explanation “This is Nicole, my cousin. He's been out of the country for a while. I didn't even know when he got back,” Patrick did the brief introduction.