Oprah Book Club Mystery นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I replied, shaking his hand briefly before pulling it back, a tingle left in its place. “So, Kalia, what’s so captivating in that book of yours that you almost missed the best coffee in town?” He nodded toward my cup. I tilted my head, considering him. “You are assuming I don’t already know that this place has the best coffee.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. But now I’m curious about the book.” I held it up, the cover facing him. “It’s a mystery novel. Keeps me on my toes.” He leaned in slightly, intrigued. “A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”

"And how come he decided to help and give you all that secret information? A stranger like you?" "The moment I saw the symbol I instantly changed my profile picture to the same one as his and started a conversation with him. I have to admit, at first it was hard to gain his trust. I was bombarded with several questions before he concluded that I am indeed one of them. Luckily I managed to explain to him about what happened in club, and mentioning the mystery note from the Black Clan. It seems they already know what happened in New York. Then I started explaining to him that I am not quite sure what to do next, and that I still don't have any place to stay here in Wausau-"

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Audrey revealed. She hurriedly rushed to her room in search of the book; she opened the shelf and there it was the ancient book of mysteries. She took the heavy book back to the living room, everyone was seated, they had placed Zedicus' body on the table. Audrey began to open pages of the big book and continued as she searched for any solution to this mystery but it seemed none was coming forth.

I quickly fell asleep as I was really very tired. Roxanne's pov: When I entered Elektra's room, the nurse was giving her the pills. I don't know why, but this nurse seemed familiar to me in a strange way. Her presence bothered me. I pushed the bad thoughts out of my mind. Recent events had made me very suspicious. I didn't want to come across as completely paranoid. I waited for the nurse to do her work and when she left I went to Electra's bed and covered her with the blanket and sat in the armchair reading a book. After half an hour of sleep he began to choke.

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 was still thinking about my lunch with Eleanor when I arrived back at the bookstore. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden floors, but I barely noticed. My mind kept circling back to the same questions, over and over. Who exactly was Christopher Zane? Claire looked up from the register as I walked in, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern when she saw my face. "That bad?" she asked. "That confusing," I corrected, dropping my purse behind the counter. "Eleanor was lovely. The restaurant was incredible. But something feels off, Claire. Like everyone knows something I don't."

The bookstore smells like it always has—old paper, lavender sachets tucked between shelves, the faint metallic tang of the ancient radiator that clanks every twelve minutes. Elena's already in our corner when I arrive. Second floor. Mystery section. The window seat we claimed sophomore year when we discovered this place and decided civilized people read mysteries in natural light. She's got coffee. Two cups. Mine's still steaming. I take it without speaking. Sip. Perfect. "Ten minutes late." Elena doesn't look up from the window. "Parallel parking a moving truck on Seventh?"

Then black. Is Malachi dead? I scrambled for my purse that was on the nightstand. I dump everything on my bed. Lipstick, compact, and Phone. No wallet. I didn’t bring it. My phone is dead. Of course it is. I jam the charger in with shaking hands and wait for the screen to light up. No texts. No missed calls. Nothing from Amelia. Nothing from anyone who should be losing their mind that I disappeared from a crime scene. I was about to set the phone down when it vibrates in my hand. Someone was calling but it was a private Number.