Picture Perfect Mysteries Books Novels & Stories

She was frail, old but far from foolish; the weight of her wisdom settled heavily on her shoulders. She huffed, blinking rapidly as though shaking off the fog of fear. Her gaze drifted to a book on the shelf, eyes locking onto its green and brown spine as if it were the answer to every question. I followed her line of sight, then surged to my feet, crossing over to it. I pulled the book from the shelf, letting my fingers graze its velvet cover, an unsettling sense of foreboding darkening my thoughts. The title read “Photos.” “You want this?” I asked, brandishing it before her. She nodded, desperation etched across her features. I returned the album to her, curiosity twisting in my gut.

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

"I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?" "I'd call hospital security, that should be able to open the car for you" "That would be great. Thanks". The man smiled again moving closer, his green eyes feverishly bright. "It's just one of those days, you know?" "Yeah" Dan pulled the cell phone from his pocket, pressing numbers without losing eye contact. There was nothing in the other man's gaze, just an intensity that Dan had seen in another city in another country in what sometimes felt like another lifetime. "Once a day starts badly. It just keeps getting worse," the man said, his muscles tightening, giving his intentions away as he reached beneat

“You’re not but you are related to the thief.” I grabbed the folder from the drawer next to me and threw it in her direction. Photographs in black and white were strewn on the coffee table. She gazed at them with interest. And stopped. She gasped. Every picture had a backstory and each one was worse than the last. Gory pictures taken at sweet, crazy angle, perfect for the blind to see. He gazed directly into the camera in one of the pictures, his eyes beseeching. He was seen kneeling on a patch of concrete with blood accumulating beside him in another image.

I looked like a slave myself. 'They must've searched all my pictures and taken the worst of all'. There was a reading table by the left, covered with open books. I walked closer and checked, they were criminal cases on murderers, amidst checking them one after the other, something fell. 'piiinnnnggg'. I rushed to pick it up immediatly.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

i said nervously "You wouldn't be asking that after knowing this.." She said and i furrowed my brows coming close to her "Knowing what exactly?" I asked and she brought out a book.. "What's this?" i asked again "It's a book as you can see. Open it..then you'll know what's inside" She said and i narrowed my eyes "Where did you get this from?" i asked and she sigh "Just open it first" she said "Nina..don't play games with me. I won't open this book until you tell me where you got it from!" I said coldly

But she needed answers. --- The following morning, when Ethan was out gathering firewood, Lena took the opportunity to nose around the cabin. It was rustic but comfortable, with modern amenities blended in very unobtrusively with the natural surroundings. In the study, she encountered a bookshelf containing novels and travel books. Among them, there was a book that stood out: The Art of Deception. It did not match the other books. She became interested and pulled out the book from the bookshelf. Leafing through the book, she let a piece of crumpled paper fall out, wafting towards the floor.

“Fine, wow. I am not smoking here. Who is coming? The pope?” He laughed and everyone’s faces suddenly grew serious. “Wait. “ Mike said, putting his packet back in his black coat. “Who is the customer?” Alexis shifted nervously and Ellie said. “Some of the most valuable paintings and sculptures have been stolen from a private collection. Some of them have been substituted with fakes- very good replicas- so the owner didn’t notice right away. The customer has managed to get one of the paintings back against a big ransom, but the others are still missing and … “