Reading Mystery Novels & Stories

"Watch your mouth, young man." The familiar air of New York fills my nostrils. But it is mostly corrupted with the smells of engines, tyres, and hydraulic oil. I walk across the runway and inside the Newark International Airport. I clear out my luggage and pass through inspection by the officers. Before I know it, I'm standing in the waiting area, eyes scanning everywhere, hoping I had told Edward of my arrival so that he'd be here waiting for me. No such luck of seeing his winsome face here. I picked a magazine off a sturdy rack as a souvenir. Walk outside and hail down a cab.

The blood pattern was unlike anything Casie had seen in her years as a detective, not splatter or pooling, but perfect concentric circles radiating outward from the corpse, as though the blood had been deliberately arranged after extraction. "Ritual configuration," Valeria murmured, crouching beside the pattern without touching it. "The circles represent time cycles, hours, days, and lunar phases. The Magpie was searching for something specific in his memories." Nathaniel moved to examine the display cases, his business experience making him particularly attentive to inventory discrepancies. "These cases were selectively emptied. They knew exactly what they wanted." Rick was interviewing one

he added. “Uhm, it’s okay.” Actually, everything has been alright for the past few weeks, but when I found out about the mysteries here in this apartment, I started feeling something I can’t name. I am scared, and at the same time, I’m curious to seek the truth behind this one. The mysteries are waiting for me to solve them, but I don’t know how to start and where. I didn’t have the leads. Wait. I do. That man.

Rose answered in a playful tone. "What were you searching for here, for which you...stayed outside whole night for days..and almost weeks?" I completed my sentence, struggling to find the right words before looking at Rose who was standing still, her sudden silent and erect posture making me even more suspicious. "I don't think it's really important to share 'cause it's just a trivial matter, you know all these murder mysteries-" "I love mysteries, you know that right? My bookshelf and closet are filled with books based on criminology and stuffs based on them though I'm a doctor by profession so you must know of my addiction for murder mysteries by now?"

Just when we thought the darkness had been vanquished, a new shadow emerged, threatening to cast its pall over our lives once again. It started with a series of cryptic messages, delivered in the dead of night, reminiscent of the anonymous letters that had plagued us before. Each message hinted at a hidden secret, a truth that had been concealed from us for far too long. As we delved deeper into the mystery, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, revealing a shocking revelation—one that would shake the very foundations of our existence.