Novel & Cerita Short Mystery Books

Since I couldn't go out,the rest were not in and the boredom was killing me I decided to bury myself in reading some books,it was a book that talked about the brief history of the Storm Pack. “Reading.” I gave him a short reply and continued reading. “About?” He took his seat and shifted close to me. “The history of the storm pack.” I answered and he stiffened. I closed the book and peered at him,I blinked in confusion at his reaction which I found very weird. Come to think of it, Ryan had always been avoiding the topic about his parents or his grand,it was like he was avoiding something from me. “So …what did you find there?” He asked nervously.

The lingering smell of expensive perfume from the parents mixed with fear and despair, hanging heavy in the air. I sat at my desk, turned on the lamp, and opened my textbooks. Under the warm light, the familiar formulas and theories slowly calmed my racing mind. I knew this wasn't over. Giselle's test report and the pills under Sarah's desk were two pieces of the puzzle—but they didn't make a complete picture. And Kathryn? What was her role in all of this? And who booked that ticket under my name? How did they get my student ID and pull this off?

He explained as we walked across the wooden bookshelves. "I guess they finally came in handy." He glanced at me briefly. "So here you have it, all to yourself. I'm sure you can get all the information you need." "Yes." I answered but that was a blatant lie. I was totally clueless, I'm not even conversant with grimoires let alone knowing the right one to pick. My pace suddenly halted as I heard a persistent whisper. I couldn't comprehend the language but I was drawn to it. I looked left, my eyes darted to one of the old brown books on the shelf. I moved towards it on impulse, perhaps this was the book. I tried reaching for it but it was a few meters above me. I jumped but it was all to no ava

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

"Do you have a minute?" I nod my head standing up from my chair to shake his hand. "Isabella." I introduce myself and he does the same. "How can I help you, Detective Decker?" I withdraw my hand and invite him to take a seat opposite me. "We are looking for a friend of yours." He start and I swallow hard pass the lump in my throat. "Miss Lilith Taylor." I shot up an eyebrow at him. "Do you know where I can find her?" "Is she in trouble?" I ignore his question.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

It all started in the summer of 2018, with the mysterious disappearance of the two wealthiest men in Seattle. As written by Seattle Daily, “An unidentified body was found in the apartment of the richest most eligible bachelors in Seattle, The Hudson brothers who at this point are presumed the main suspects in this investigation whose whereabouts are currently unknown..”

**MISTLETOE, MOONLIGHT & MY SECRET** I have exactly one rule: never let anyone find out what I really am. I broke it once, seven months ago, with a masked stranger at a gala I was never supposed to attend. One perfect night. Then I vanished before morning, certain I'd never see him again. I was wrong. A historic blizzard just blew him straight through my bakery door, and Julian Vance hasn't stopped staring at my stomach since he walked in. He doesn't recognize me as a rogue werewolf hiding from my own pack. He recognizes me as the woman who broke his heart, and the mother of the twins he doesn't even know exist yet. He offers me a deal: pretend to be his fiancée for one week,

When I turned it over, I noticed something strange. There was no title. No markings. Just a small, black padlock fixed to the side, sealing it shut. A locked book. That was unusual. Very unusual. My curiosity sharpened. I walked back to the desk and sat down again, setting the red book in front of me. The lamp’s light reflected off its surface, making it gleam faintly. The padlock looked old—ancient, even—but strong. The metal was dark and cool to the touch. “What are you hiding?” I murmured, tracing a finger along the lock.

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.