Spicy Mystery Books Novels & Stories

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

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

It felt like Pandora's box, full of mystery and danger. Back when Conrad and I were tangled up together in the study, I'd asked him more than once what he kept inside that meant so much to him. But he always avoided answering, never giving me the code. Instead, he'd just tease me to guess. I tried my birthday, his birthday, even our anniversary, but nothing worked. My hands shook as I entered Jenny's birthday, praying for the first time that I'd gotten it wrong. The safe clicked open. My heart sank into the abyss. Inside, there was a pair of matching rings, their inner bands engraved with "Conrad & Jenny".

So, I didn't press it again. But then, one night, something happened that made me think—maybe there really was something strange going on behind that door. It was a Friday. Tracy hadn't gone to work that day. I didn't get home until around 8:00 PM after a long evening meeting. When I walked in, dinner was already on the table—three dishes and a soup, still warm. There was even a fresh pot of pasta in the kitchen. Next to the meal was a handwritten note. [Enjoy your dinner, Honey. I'm not coming back tonight. xoxo, Tracy]

But something about its presence, the way it was there without explanation, paralyzed me. I bent down to pick it up. My fingers met the paper, smooth and cold. I turned it over for a long time before opening it, weighing it, feeling it, trying to guess its contents by touch alone. There was something about this paper, this black ink, that sent a chill down my spine. And heat elsewhere. Very hot. A wave of heat in the pit of my stomach, inexplicable, inappropriate.

What’s wrong with him, he just made things awkward between them. He cleared his throat and stood up as well. Itching his neck, he didn’t know what to say, his head went black, he couldn’t think of anything. And she sniffed the air around him. That was when he remembered he bought something for Her. She raced downstairs. He wanted to follow but halted for a while. Slapjacks himself for a while. Is she really a suspect? The demon everyone is afraid of, the one detective Sean is earnestly Looking for.

Silas nodded, wary. Arden stood still for a moment, then moved to the side table, pouring water into a glass. His movements were sharp. Controlled. “You fight well,” he said. “But you don’t flinch like a wolf with no past.” Silas took the glass. “Thanks?” Arden sat across from him. Too close. His eyes searched Silas’s face, reading lines like runes. “I know spies. I’ve hunted them. You’re better than most.” Arden said .

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.