Stuff Your Kindle Cozy Mystery Novels & Stories

Furniture overturned, books scattered, and in the centre of the living room, a young woman with copper hair sat bound to a chair, very much alive but gagged with what appeared to be silver silk. "Kayla," Casie breathed, immediately moving forward. "Wait." Nathaniel's hand on her arm stopped her progress. "This is too easy. The Sparrow doesn't leave witnesses." Rick was already scanning the room's corners, his newly enhanced senses picking up details his human eyes might have missed. "There, behind the bookshelf. Someone's hiding."

My plan was to explore the house and find out every single possible escape route, while planning my escape. Why the hell does Mr. Dark and Dangerous have to be Mr. Smarty Pants as well? He leaves without a word, closing the door gently behind him. Twenty minutes later, the guard comes in with an electronic Kindle, drops it on the bed and leaves without uttering a single word. Strange. Glad to finally be able to do something, I pick up the Kindle and open up the first book. It's about a knight who eventually falls in love with a common girl. Classic.

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.”

"Just Black Rose business. The usual chaos." She didn't look convinced but she didn't push, and I was grateful for that. We sat there in the quiet, the afternoon light streaming through the window and painting everything in shades of gold and amber. She started telling me about the book she'd been reading, some mystery novel that Elias had sworn she'd enjoy, and I found myself listening not to the words but to the sound of her voice, the way it rose and fell with her enthusiasm. "And then the detective realizes the killer has been right there the whole time, hiding in plain sight," she said, her hands moving as she spoke, animated in a way I rarely got to see. "I didn't see it coming at all.

I wasn’t thirsty either—that I already forgot my pitcher inside Nickos’ room. Perhaps, I would not be able to sleep the whole night. Things were undeniably confusing me as I ambled inside my room and locked the door. I took off my robe and neatly returned it to my black mannequin. Letting my lampshade open, I sat at the center of the bed and tirelessly leaned my back on its cushy headboard. I was completely baffled, and I hated this feeling! Then, I just blankly stared at the ceiling. It seemed like my mind was traveling in a big puzzle, having the benefit of the doubt regarding my parents. It was hard to find the missing puzzle pieces when those were intentionally kept or hidden from me.