Science Fiction Mystery Books Novels & Stories

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I* at author_shreyasengupta .

I said and she shrugged "So, tell me mom. Let's talk about this now. What is it about Adrian touching that book which makes you so scared?" I said and she looked at me for some time and sat saying "Elsa. This book contain somethings Adrian doesn't need to know if he opens it. It will make him uncontrollable and you'll lose him. Yes, it's a sacred book and it should help him. But they are still some mysteries. If he finds out now. It will only bring more tention between the natural and the supernatural...and hence, the natural will be destroyed in the process...and that's only going to be a disaster that will never end. Except, there's a sealed being--" she stopped not finishing her statement

Seventy-five is clearly just the tip of the iceberg. On My Bedside Table Now The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova, and I am Legend by Richard Matheson. And everyone is telling me I forgot The Vampire Files — some 12 novels by P.N. Elrod. Urban fantasy set in 1930s Chicago, featuring a hardboiled P.I. named Jack Fleming. FacebookTwitterFlipboardEmail Sign Up For The Pop Culture Happy Hour Newsletter Stay pop culture savvy with NPR’s guide to TV, books, movies, music and more, sent weekly.

Everyone wondered that she’s a psychic. “Can’t you just go away from my life, please,” she silently pleaded and threw the whole book in the dustbin? She turned off the light and slept with her blanket covering her whole body. She’s so afraid to pop her face up from the blanket. Becca’s face is still in her drawing book. Finally, she slept peacefully. But that didn’t lose long. She started sweating and opened up her blanket and she suddenly saw someone sitting on her bed showing their back. She closed the door. Who could it be? She’s sure it’s not Caleb. It’s a figure of some girl.

“Yes, you are. You always do this. Now I’m suspicious about your reluctance to take on any Mafia-related project. You literally are a Mafia encyclopaedia.” I took a deep breath. Some things about my life were better buried. “I like to know about that world. That’s it. There’s no other reason. I don’t involve myself in that world because coming out of it is horrifying and dangerous, and I have a family, too.” “I think there’s more to it than you let on.” There was. It was all in the past.

Too bad for those girls who gave her bad remarks; she'll know about them soon. Sherly nodded gratefully, falling into step beside Lary as they made their way through the maze-like corridors of the mafia headquarters. If Sherly does not have the blueprint layout of the headquarters, she might be unable to memorize everything. "Wow, Miss Sherly, why don't I feel like you're confused?" Lary asked with confusion and excitement in her eyes. How could she say it? Lary did not know about her being a Scorpio, so how could she tell him that she memorized the blueprint of the building? Even the hidden doors—did she know about them?

I never saw that specie as people I could trust, except for my brother of course. I was never the type to let down my guard by falling for a guy. Not again! Not after what happened twelve years ago. Not after I have seen their true color. I would never forget it! I could still remember everything that happened that day vividly to the extent that I could write a book about it if I was told to.

This note could be an invitation to adventure or a summons for something far more sinister. The note burns a hole in my pocket, its cryptic message replaying in my mind. Part of me wants to dismiss it as a prank, yet my curiosity wins out. So, I make my way through the maze of shelves, running my fingers along the spines of countless books as I pass. Each step takes me deeper into this labyrinth of knowledge, now transformed into something sinister and surreal.

"Let me show you our science fiction section for younger readers. There's a new series that just came out that might be perfect..." Thirty minutes and several hundred dollars later, I left with a stack of books, including a signed first edition of "Starstruck," which the clerk assured me was popular with "smart, space-loving kids." I also had a bagful of advanced puzzles from the hobby shop next door. As I loaded my purchases into the car, I felt strangely satisfied. This wasn't part of the business plan, wasn't necessary for our charade to succeed. But it felt right. Few hours later, my phone had buzzed with a text from Ava:

Just muttered, “Feel free to browse.” I nodded and wandered. The silence was thick. Peaceful. I ran my fingers along the spines—mysteries, war history, sci-fi. None of it felt right. I turned a corner and found myself in a crooked, narrow aisle. A handwritten label above the shelf read: “Folklores, Myths & Things Best Left Alone.” Something about it made me shiver. I reached out and picked a worn, black-spined book: “The Blood and Bond of the Wild.”