Reading Mystery Novels & Stories

As she stood in the quiet of her room, the questions tumbling through her mind, she couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that this mystery was just the tip of the iceberg. “What is missing in my memory...?”

Alex and Victoria just shrugged, as if they really had no idea how to answer Liam's question. "How stupid of me to ask! It's obvious that this is a closed case! The secret is there! Isn't that right, Paul?" Liam shouted, asking Paul to justify himself. "Yes, it is. This is a mystery we have to solve. I'm sure that if we can solve the mystery of the murder in this closed room, we can solve the case that is causing a stir in the city. Because generally the cause of death is the same, it's just that this victim did not have his internal organs removed". Paul replied.

I groaned. “There's also dead body turns up and no one knows who dunnit but special detective finds clues and takes out the bad guy in the nick of time.” Ryan laughed along with me. “Hey, I like reading those.” I chuckled, “A good mystery never hurt anybody.” “I want a mystery where the serial killer takes out the detective but dies in a hit and run as he tried to flee town.” Ryan quipped, bending to study another raunchy book cover. “I'm sure there's a book with that title somewhere.” I found myself relaxing a bit more. “Now that we're talking about it, maybe that's what I'm in the mood for. A good mystery.”

She just wasn't sure if the rat's name was Mikey or Micah but she was sure that the rat was not supposed to be that big or even have a pet dog to begin with. They were at the police station with frowns on and seated in silence. Darral and Andrew had left Selena with Owen some hours ago. It was the first time that Selena had been to the famous Parker girl killer's crime scene. She had only read reports about it in their files. The most annoying thing was that there was never any evidence _EVER!_ The last similarity was that the women always had magazines, pictures and cutouts of Asriel Parker. Why him? And why were those things always found in hidden drawers or safes or rooms? Were they all c

His pace quickened at the thought of losing himself in another mystery. In truth, he was keen to distract himself from the ever-growing feeling of dread that lurked at the back of his mind. He could not help but feel that another, true-life mystery was writhing beneath the surface of the town, just choosing the moment where it would bubble to the surface, and reveal itself. Under normal circumstances he would relish such a concept, mysteries were his passion in life, as was the challenge of solving them.

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

So who ratted me out? ‘And you know what else? He even knew that we’d been seeing each other for the last three months. Isn’t that a little bit too much information? It’s creepy that he knows so much.’ ‘Call Jeremy, ask him to check if someone has been hacking into our system,’ she ordered. It was too much of a coincidence that Rowan knew too much. Was he having her followed? What is happening here? If she wanted to get to the bottom of this whole mess, she needed to have dinner with this guy.

I went ahead to kiss her forehead and wished her a good night rest before getting back into my car. When I got home,I couldn't cook any meal cos I was so famished and can't bring myself to cooking dinner. I ordered for pizza and ate it with beer. I had a shower later then watched news for a while before going to bed. I couldn't sleep and was imagining what it was gonna be like to have Linda on my bed cuddling. With that,I stood up and took my coat ;the one I wore to work today, wrapped it after inhaling her scent, placed it beside me on the bed and cuddled it as if it were Linda. Before I knew it,I was already dozing off."Strange things love can do to a man"I thought sleeping.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

Charlie Brown knew what was going through everyone’s minds - the sudden rise in crime in this city had to have something to do with one or all of the major mafia gangs. But those guys were careful and meticulously planned their crimes in such a way that nothing could be traced back to them, so far the FBI had found nothing on them. As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient becaus