Reading Mystery Novels & Stories

It was how they always worked. Only right now it wasn’t working and they weren’t enjoying it. They shouldn’t have held the meeting at Sam’s apartment, the place held too many recent memories. “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it matters, it’s a key plot driver. It’s like having a murder mystery and never finding out who does the murder.” “But that’s the point, you just said the key word.” “What key word—murder?” “No, mystery, that’s what make it so unnerving, the audience is never sure who sends him the links, we let them work it out for themselves, so they project their own fears onto it.”

He said dismissively. I ran to my room and start crying. Then I drifted to sleep, with my backpack still on my back. Just when I closed my eyes, I saw him. The Mysterious Boy, he was in my dream, staring at me. He was putting on the same black hoodie. The hood covered most part of his face. His eyes were red, he looked like a vampire. "What do you want?" I asked, shuddering with fear. He said nothing, he just stared at me.

"I didn't even see a jewelry box or necklace when I came in. I was busy discussing property details with Ms. Lynch. "After we finished, she asked me to get her some water. When I returned, she claimed the necklace was missing and accused me of theft. I suspect she deliberately planted the necklace in my bag to frame me!" Emma boldly stated her conclusion. The two officers exchanged glances again but did not say anything. Ms. Lynch was aghast. "Frame you? Why would I frame you?" "I may not know your motive, but the whole situation is extremely suspicious," Emma pointed out to the officers. "I'm willing to have my bag searched, and the necklace examined for fingerprints. I want to see how I co

“Make yourself comfortable.” Mystery girl said as she entered her apartment, Daniel following close by and shutting the door after him. She had invited him over and being driven by paranoia, he accepted. He didn’t want any further run-ins with Luke on his way back to his hostel. He paused to look around her apartment.

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

I wasn’t thirsty either—that I already forgot my pitcher inside Nickos’ room. Perhaps, I would not be able to sleep the whole night. Things were undeniably confusing me as I ambled inside my room and locked the door. I took off my robe and neatly returned it to my black mannequin. Letting my lampshade open, I sat at the center of the bed and tirelessly leaned my back on its cushy headboard. I was completely baffled, and I hated this feeling! Then, I just blankly stared at the ceiling. It seemed like my mind was traveling in a big puzzle, having the benefit of the doubt regarding my parents. It was hard to find the missing puzzle pieces when those were intentionally kept or hidden from me.

It would be 12 AM soon and the deed need to be done before 11:59 PM. "Have a nice sleep." She said with a malicious smirk as she disappeared. She walked away from the backyard and put her cloak over her head as she moved towards the pack borders. "Who is there?" One of the pack patrols yelled and she hurriedly ran and crossed the log of wood that indicated the end of the pack. She looked back and smiled victoriously. "Wait for me." She thought with a giggle before stomping away in the dark night. * * * Lyra sat up instantly. Something pricked in her mind and she could not sleep. She does not know why. She sniffed in the air and this pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose. "Whose scent is th

Her scent wasn't fresh, suggesting she had left hours ago. "Madeline?" He called out, going back downstairs. Maybe she was in the kitchen? She loved baking, and a sweet scent was coming from there. Walking in, he found a platter of sugar cookies on the counter, but no trace of his mate. All of the baking equipment was neatly put back into place, meaning she had time to clean up after making the cookies. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. Where could she be? Did she leave the house? He walked out of the door, trying to track down her vanilla scent.

Since you are so sure, what about this Goodluck guy, when you met him, did you visit his house, did he give you a drink, do you remember waking up at his place or blacking out? Joy could totally pass as an investigator, she was asking all the right questions which could help them unravel the mystery just that they were questions she herself had asked earlier, and had answered them herself. Maxwell in the other hand wanted to hear how his sister was going to respond, he wanted to know if she was still inlove with Goodluck, and if it was possible that they had engaged in any form of adulturous act. Not like it would change whatever he felt, but it would help solve the puzzle he hated not havin

Any names or events related to real people is just coincidence. Overall, enjoy reading and explore the story of the young detective named Raine Garcia. She was just an ordinary person until her parents was murdered intentionally in front of her eyes. Being the only one to survive, she will solve the mystery of her parents' death without realizing that she'll suffer pain and despair but also she'll do great things because of that.