Short Mystery Novel Novels & Stories

-MyMischievous_M (Warning: There's a typographical and grammatical error ahead so bear with the author because she's still learning and trying to be better day by day. SYNOPSIS: Majesty Greyish Lux is a detective who wants to unfold the truth about the crime that happened 10 years ago. Her first love got murdered and she was the only witness. But after 10 years the murderer is still unknown to her. She never saw the face of the man who murdered her first love so she chose to be a detective to find the culprit.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

With Grim Marie on the prowl, the hunter becomes the hunted. Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy—Bryony Adams is destined to be murdered, but fortunately Fate has terrible marksmanship. In order to survive, she must run as far and as fast as she can. After arriving in Seattle, Bryony befriends a tortured musician, a market fish-thrower, and a starry-eyed hero who is secretly a serial killer bent on fulfilling Bryony’s dark destiny. If you enjoyed this book, I’m sure you’ll also like the following titles:

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

Where in Goddesses name was I? My clothes had been changed to a long nightgown which was rather comfortable. Perverts. I cursed jumping from the bed to the arched window drawing the velvet drapes back. I hissed as my eyes adjusted to the blinding morning light. The trees seemed to stretch on forever were all pine. Shocker, that explains the scent at least. The only thing in sight was a lake and what looked like a small town as smoke poured from a chimney curling out to the sky. I was in the middle of nowhere.

I imagined her soft smooth skin in it and her scent which consisted of lavender with a little bit of vanilla filling up my nostrils and I inhaled in deeply with a moan of pleasure escaping my lips. "Fuck!" I muttered when I realised I was drifting away from what brought me to her room. I searched thoroughly with my hands going after each and every dress but yet I found nothing, bending down with my eyes searching the under bed. I raised the duvet up and rearranged it back to avoid everything looking suspicious, why wasn't I seeing anything that could lead me to the murder mystery? I paced back and forth with my hands running through my hair. It's either I find a clue right here or I'll take

It came in the form of a mysterious stranger, an enigmatic figure who seemed to have a deep knowledge of our past and an unsettling interest in our future. His arrival was marked by a series of cryptic messages, each one more unnerving than the last. He seemed to know things that only a select few could possibly be aware of, secrets that we had buried deep within the recesses of our memories. His presence cast a shadow of doubt and suspicion over our lives, as we wondered who he was and what his true intentions were.

"Illinois. In Chicago. Grew up in Little Italy. Where the mafia bosses terrorized those neighborhoods. That's where they get those crazy and scary nicknames from. Some called themselves The Prince. Scorpion, The Twister.." I really am not enjoying this piece of information but it seems to be his life's story so I don't bother cutting him off. Let him talk. ".. Until I found someone who was willing to run away from that godforsaken place. Her name was Lily. She was older than I was then. Fourteen, and I was thirteen. Young, huh?" I smile when we locked eyes in the rear view mirror. He goes on. "Me and Lily came here. Just the two of us. No mother or father or siblings. Sights on New York to s

And suddenly I remembered every mystery novel I'd ever read, every movie I'd ever seen, and an idea struck me. Hidden passages. Old mansions always had hidden passages, right? It might have sounded ridiculous, but this might've been my best and only bet. I rushed forward to the nearest shelf and started pulling books off, throwing them onto the floor all willy-nilly, looking for anything unusual. But there was nothing. “Ugh, c'mon. I need a miracle, and I need it now.” I tried another shelf, then another. The books on the floor continued piling up, and the dust from the books almost killed me.

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but