Short Mystery Books Novels & Stories

Maybe that is the reason why I have no problem in communicating even if I don’t talk to people much. ‘This Time I Will Not Love You' This novel sounds so hurting. I think I won’t be interested in this since I have no love life or whatsoever. ‘To The World I Wish…’ ‘Reckoning Love…’ ‘Mystery Caller' ‘Untold Secrets…’ ‘Unfolding Secrets…’ JUST WHY THE HELL DOES IT SOUNDS SO SPOOKY?!?!? “Alright let’s look for other books to read...” I tried to calm myself just to not let me feel the spookiness in the titles of the books I saw. A very interesting book caught my attention. Unlike the others, it was… handwritten.

Here, in the dim light, I saw a row of old, leather-bound books that looked like they hadn't been touched in centuries. My heart raced as I reached for the first book, feeling its weight in my hands. I flipped open the cover, my eyes widening as I read the title: "The Secrets of the Night: A Guide to the Mystical Creatures of the Dark." With a gasp, I realized that I had found exactly what I had been looking for. I spent the next few hours devouring the contents of the book, her eyes darting across the pages as she absorbed every detail. It was like a veil had been lifted from her eyes, and she was seeing the world in a whole new way.

Strangely she is alone standing, no one beside her still there is a voice coming. “Sometimes, you don’t need to be heavy-handed, just a little spark to ignite the fear which is hidden deep in the heart.” Ophelia’s emotionless voice came.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

Whatever ghost was haunting him belonged to him alone. I moved across the room to the built-in bookshelves. I ran my fingers along the spines, noticing folded corners where a previous reader had stopped mid-page. The titles weren't random; they were classics. I spotted a Dostoevsky novel I had read twice back home. My breath caught, a cold sweat breaking out on my neck. A coincidence, I told myself, shoving it back into place. It has to be. My eyes traveled down to the bottom shelf. A small, hidden drawer was tucked beneath the final row of books, its wood blending seamlessly with the wall paneling. I only noticed the faint seam because the light from the window hit it at a strange angle.

I had to find out more about the symbol and the message—it was the only lead I had. The bookstore was dark, but I knew where Isabella hid the spare key. I fumbled with the lock, finally managing to open the door. Inside, the familiar scent of old books and herbs enveloped me, calming my nerves slightly. I turned on a small lamp and began searching through the stacks of books on folklore and ancient symbols. Hours passed, and just as I was beginning to lose hope, I found it. A dusty, leather-bound book with the title *Secrets of the Ancients*. I flipped through the pages, my eyes scanning the intricate illustrations and descriptions until I found what I was looking for.

I replied, shaking his hand briefly before pulling it back, a tingle left in its place. “So, Kalia, what’s so captivating in that book of yours that you almost missed the best coffee in town?” He nodded toward my cup. I tilted my head, considering him. “You are assuming I don’t already know that this place has the best coffee.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. But now I’m curious about the book.” I held it up, the cover facing him. “It’s a mystery novel. Keeps me on my toes.” He leaned in slightly, intrigued. “A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”

But deep down, I couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that something supernatural was at play. Summoning my courage, I decided to investigate further. With trembling hands, I reached for the book my grandmother had given me—the book I had never opened. Perhaps there were answers hidden within its ancient pages. I carefully untied the ribbon that held it closed, revealing a beautifully crafted cover with intricate patterns and symbols.

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

By chance did they create this monster? Shhh!! Don't think too much. My dad won't commit these kinds of sinful activities, neither Uncle Hayle does. I flipped the page one by one finding every detail is boring. It's my tenth time that I'm reading this book since I came here and I want a change. Wait.. Today morning Rakesh gave me a book, isn't he? Yeah! Yeah! But where I kept that book? Ahh! How careless I'm. I dug my bag but there is no trace of any book except 'The Heil Hunting Monster' that I'm currently reading.