Spicy Mystery Books Novels & Stories

He thought that was what made it fun, not knowing what you were going to read for the day, and he reveled in that surprise. Some days he could be reading an action novel and another day he could be reading a cookbook. As Dmitri looked at the cover of his book, he smiled. It was a mystery thriller novel. He was excited to read it because it had been a while since he had last read a novel like this one. Just as Dmitri was getting cozy, he heard the bell above the entrance door jingle. He didn't think anything of it. It wasn't like he was the only one who knew this place.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I imagine a man who doesn’t ask and just takes. Fills me until I can’t walk straight the next day.” His eyes darkened. We talked for hours after that, circling each other with words that felt like foreplay. I asked about his business, his past, the women who vanished from his life. He answered just enough to keep me hooked, voice low and calm while his gaze stripped me bare. Every time I shifted in my chair my soaked panties rubbed against my clit and I had to fight not to grind down on it. Strange things kept nagging at me. The way the light in the room seemed to be around him. How the clock on the wall skipped minutes when I looked away.

I sighed out, what am I even doing, I walked back to the living room after a fresh shower and sat on the couch, I wasn't really hungry and I still had almost an hour before I had to go to the club, so for now I was putting on green sweatpants and white round neck. So I decided instead of pulling my hair out in uncertainty and questions, Maybe researching would do me a lot of good, thank God for the internet. I quickly opened my laptop and entered G****e before typing in what I wanted to see, waiting for the page to load, my mind once again went on a thinking spree, everything that had been happening since I met Spade had been nothing but confusing, but not in a bad way, in a more curious way

Octavia I moved through the grand dining hall like a shadow in a maid’s uniform, my heart steady but my senses on high alert. The air was thick with cigar smoke and the low rumble of powerful men discussing things that could topple governments. Tonight’s meeting was no ordinary gathering. Alfredo De El had summoned his most trusted allies and a few dangerous partners from across the border. This was my chance to gather real intel — shipment routes, delivery dates, names that could finally give the agency something solid.

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

I went to the living room and, as expected, found the pair of underwear I was looking for in his bag. Downstairs, I called my best friend. "Help me look up someone. I have shopping records." I started the car, planning to visit the real estate office to check on property transactions. Suddenly, I felt something sharp poking at me from underneath the seat. I reached down and pulled out a black lace bra. Clearly, it matched the underwear. This car was usually Milton's—since I worked near home, I usually took the subway. This meant their entanglement that night had probably started in this very car.

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

Sarah said giving me a soft gaze and i nodded "Well..i have one last thing to inform you. But it seems you know all already" i said "Not actually. But i have spice every where..that's why I'm very informed." Sarah said "Ok let me ride on then.. I highly believe..Hareite is into some malicious plans with Scot..and i want you to find about those two so fast." I said and she gave me a mischevious smile "I am and i know exactly what's going on right now.. all i can tell you is, be very vigilant hence forth when around Hareite. She's playing hide and seek with everyone" Sarah said and i furrowed my brows

Her mouth parted without permission. “I noticed you have plenty of other books and sketch magazines like this. So I decided to get these” he said calmly, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on her fragile emotions. She lifted one of the books carefully, almost like it might disappear if she wasn’t gentle enough. “These novels haven’t been released in the market yet” she said softly. “And these are my favorite magazines” she said, referring to the long magazines. She loved reading when she wasn’t sketching. She loved getting lost in stories. She had been counting down the months for these exact books to be available. She had talked about them without even realizing how often.