Smutty Mystery Thriller Books Novels & Stories

She slightly punched my right arm where she was just hugging it a while ago. I heard her stammered and she was never like that without any reason. I didn’t want to pay extra attention to her stuttering, but why does it feel like there was more to that? She was shooting me with death glares on the plane before as if she wanted to kill me right on the spot, so was being accidentally hit over the headphones enough to murder someone? “And the fact that you’re a good-for-nothing type of stalker made me shiver! Brr,” she continued as she even hugged herself and acted like she was feeling so cold.

Another man turned around and immediately took a book from Jimmy's hand. "Did you find it?" Asked the other man, Kent. "Yes, there was a girl with glasses pointing the location and making it easier for me to pick up this book even after I saw some strange accents," replied Jimmy. The man in the leather jacket took some books from Jimmy's hand and led them into the car which was covered by large lush trees. After that, he started staring at Jimmy and said a few words that made Jimmy shudder. Shortly after the three of them deliberated, they started to get into the car and go somewhere leaving the library and the hustle and bustle of the townspeople from nearby. Investigate the various iden

After repositioning myself back onto it, I spread the afghan over both of us. After thanking me, profusely, for the warmth, she cocked her head in mock thought. “Such a mystery. He doesn’t want us to rob a bank with him or something, does he? Tell me he’s not broke and this isn’t all a façade.” “If only he just wanted us to rob a bank,” I said in a whiny tone. “I could handle that a lot better, I think.” “Don’t leave me in suspense, Esmerelda,” she scolded. “You know how I hate it. That’s why I could never do what you do. I can’t stand mystery.”

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

❦ Rosalind ❦ One minute you have a clear-cut path ahead of you. Plans made, all i’s dotted and t’s crossed. Then you make the mistake of mounting a thick-cocked criminal with a hard-on for your hotel. Then he fucks your brains out and now your organs slosh around after being pulverized by his veined, pink-tipped cock. I pressed myself closer to his naked chest and sniffed him as covertly as possible. I almost sighed.

He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. Her scent, like lavender, wafted through the air, while her favorite book lay on the bedside table. The bed was made neat, but items remained that belonged to her. Clyde's eyes roamed over them all as frustration made him run a hand through his hair. "What were you hiding, Violet?" he muttered under his breath. As he moved towards the desk, something caught his eye. A piece of paper peeked out from underneath a journal. Clyde picked it up; his brow furrowed as he read the words out loud.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

No one sees his hand slide beneath my skirt. His fingers find me instantly, all wet and throbbing, and he smirks. “Such a good little slut. You got on this train for me didn't you?” I shake my head, but my hips betray me and instead of stiffening at his touch, they begin rolling against his hand. Suddenly he pushes two fingers inside me and I gasp, grabbing his arm, but he doesn’t stop. “You’re going to come right here, where anyone could see you.” “This is---- ah---- wrong-----”

She started moving, fast but poised, refusing to look like prey even as dread clawed through her veins. The elevator dinged open. She stepped inside, her hand brushing the concealed blade tucked in her coat. A weapon wasn’t her solution, control was. But control had been slipping, inch by inch, and tonight it felt like it could shatter. The doors slid shut, sealing her inside. And then she smelled it. Cigarette smoke. Her head turned, slow and deliberate. In the corner of the elevator, half-shadowed, leaned a man she didn’t recognize. His suit was sharp, but his eyes sharper. He smiled, thin and knowing, as though he’d been waiting for this moment all along.

She laughed, thinking I was weak in mind, but somehow, a laugh tore from my chest. We laughed it off—the tension, the chemistry, just like we always did. I wasn't weak—I was just waiting for when she'd see me. Then, she'd be the first to find me as the dirtiest-hearted man who ever lived. The laughter filled the air until I raised the book in my hand. Fuck! One of her smutty books. “Drop that, Rhys!" She had barely stared a second before yelling. I didn't listen— as I flipped the thick cover of skulls and roses. The deduction read “To those who will always take it like the good girls they are….and would still swear they feel nothing"