Science Fiction Detective Novels

It's nighttime, and I'm on the toilet with my phone. I fire up Battleborn Arena, ready to grind a few ranked matches. But an unknown number flashes on-screen and cuts me off. Annoyed, I decline the call, and a WhatsApp message pops up immediately. "Run! Edgar just snapped. He's going to kill us all!" My hands tremble. Edgar Maguire… Isn't he already dead?

I am a miserable nurse. During the Halloween season, there was a three day break but I was not given any days off. Upset, I decided to join a game featuring a haunted hospital. There was an old man wrapped in IV tubes chasing after a player. I sprinted forward and shoved him into the chair. After effortlessly jabbing the IV line back in him, I told him off, "It’s just an IV drip, not an action movie. Sit. Down. Move again and I’ll strap you to the chair!" The old man did a double take before blinking in a flustered manner. "Sorry for causing you trouble, ma'am." At night, children ghosts began to run and laugh wildly in the corridor. I grabbed one in each hand and hauled them up. "If you’re not going to stay put in the ward, I’ll give you an injection!" Why did I still have to work in a game? I was so tired. The other players cried out, "Clem! That's a ghost. Are you not scared?" I sneered, "Sorry, but burnt-out workers hold more grudges than ghosts ever could."

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

I opened my eyes to a sharp sting in my arm. Pushing up my sleeve, I froze. A dense line of jagged letters had been carved into the skin of my right forearm: [This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.] Beneath the warning, three crooked tally marks were etched deep into my arm.

In a sleepy town in the outskirts of Massachusetts, a young woman is suspected of murder. When handsome young men begin to disappear and their mutilated bodies discovered, they all had one thing in common: she was the last one who saw them alive. Could the seemingly innocent and beautiful woman be capable of murder? Or do her scarlet lips and seductive gaze know more than they let on?

My husband, who was a drug enforcement police officer, personally got me into rehab. My son was cheering on the side, saying that he no longer had to see me under the influence for a long time. After I was discharged, I discovered my husband moved in with his lover and our son. I begged him to come back and told him that someone would kill me. He did not believe me. Instead, he said coldly, “If you die, you better end up in a trash can. Otherwise, I’d have to deal with your body.” My son cheered at the side. “Mommy is finally gone!” After a week, I was dismembered. My body parts were found in multiple trash cans. He was the police in charge of the case.

I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted: [Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?] [My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!] The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten. She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it. On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never. However, later, my son whispered to me in secret, “Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.” “She says only kids can see her.”

Three action-packed paranormal novels by author Robbie Cox. ALPHA RISING: He’s sent to Bull Creek to replace the alpha and protect the community from those who wish to destroy it. PANTHER HUNTED: She moved to Bull Creek to escape an arranged marriage, but he refuses to let her go. BEAR NECESSITIES: He ran away to Bull Creek because of a death that wasn’t his fault, but another child needs his protection. Paranormal tropes included: Shifters Vampires Special forces Witches Reluctant heroes Dive into The Bull Creek Chronicles with fast-paced alpha men and women who don’t quit as they protect the people of Bull Creek those who would see their safe haven destroyed. Each of these action-packed novels has a happily-ever-after and no cliffhangers! Bull Creek Chronicles is created by Robbie Cox, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

The Hathaway family has always been a family filled with joy and happiness until the unfortunate incident. Now it is up to Alexa to fix things before its too late. Now our brave young hero would have summon every last not of courage left in her to face and overcome the great evil lurking on their very midst. Will she be able to?, or will she fail and end up losing her life, or worse her family?

 เลนส์ เจ้าของธุรกิจสายการบินชื่อดัง หล่อ โสด เย็นชา เอาแต่ใจ มีฝาแฝดชื่อ ฟิล์ม (จากเรื่อง "เธอในความ(ลับ)รัก")​ และน้องสาวคนสวย น้องโฟกัส (จากเรื่อง "โฟกัสเพียงเธอ") ลูกชายฝาแฝดของนาย - หนูมาย จากเรื่อง "รักกันแบบธุรกิจ"   พรีม ดาวคณะวิศวะการบิน น่ารัก ยิ้มเก่ง       เธอแอบชอบเขามานาน พยายามทำทุกวิถีทางเพื่อให้ได้อยู่ใกล้มากที่สุด ทำทุกอย่างเพื่อให้เขาหันมามองกัน แต่ความเย็นชาของเขาทำให้เธอรู้สึกเหมือนอยู่ไกลเข้าไปทุกทีและไม่อยากแอบรักเขาอีกต่อไป...  "แค่นี้จะยอมแพ้?"  "พี่เลนส์ไม่เคยรักใคร ไม่รู้หรอกค่ะว่าพรีมรู้สึกยังไง" "รู้ได้ยังไง?"        #นิยายฟิลกู้ด #ไม่มีนอกกายนอกใจ นิยายเรื่องนี้แต่งจากจินตนาการของไรท์แต่เพียงผู้เดียว โปรดอย่าลอกเลียนแบบและนำไปตัดแต่ง ขอสงวนสิทธิ์เป็นไปตามพระราชบัญญัติลิขสิทธิ์ (ฉบับเพิ่มเติม) พุทธศักราช 2558