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Once he finished reading the file, he meticulously went through it again, word by word. After reviewing it thoroughly, Landon confirmed that he had not misread anything. The hotel mentioned in the document also had a detailed address recorded. Landon pressed his temples, and his gaze turned cold as he fixated on the hotel's name on the document. He read it over and over again. It was a hotel name he would never forget. Five years ago, it was something he had tried hard to forget, and now, it exploded in his mind once more. The pulsating heat in his veins, the hazy and heavy memories... It was like thorny vines viciously entangling him, growing tighter with each passing moment.

Then there were his psychology books and books on wilderness craft. His gaze fell on a small cluster of volumes of English literature, some that Faith had convinced him to try. While he couldn't bring himself to read them, he hadn't been able to part with them, either. The top shelf held an extensive collection of contemporary bestsellers, and it was one of those he chose, a mystery thriller, as he heard the first roll of thunder. "Yep, Bear, it seems like a 'dark and stormy night' kind of night." He gave the dog a pat as he settled down in his chair.

Knowing that nothing could ever come between us. That was until I arrived here. Vivian was alive. At least for now anyway. Having no idea where she was currently located was an issue. More importantly where we were was less than comforting. Justin navigated me through the winding halls which made my sense of direction and chance of escape seem pointless. So far I could sum the castle up into three words; dark, mysterious, and terrifying. This was not the typical stone castle. Oh no, the castle was made of obsidian blocks. A rare, heavy, durable rock which can only be found in certain areas. Only wealthy people could ever afford the stuff, and somehow Eric managed to grab a whole castle of it

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.

She muttered, looking down at the photographs she still clutched. She found her way to the kitchen, found philberts hidden keys. He would change the spot he hid them once he found out she knew. She poured herself hot buttered rum instead of the cherry juice he would expect from her. The both had placed a ban on alcohol, and not to be taken before sleep if ever. She picked up a mystery novel, one titled of monsters and men abandoned on the counter. Perharps school literature? Non of the both of them read fiction. The stereotypical Gothic heroin is inquisitive and brave in these kind of literatures, she would be beautiful, but more than a damsel in distress, making her thus, the target of the

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

He place his elbow on the table and lean closer. “We’re still gonna talk about Eamon but this a more pressing issue. What if Eamon got out of prison and gets killed by this thing ravaging the city. The only hint we’ve got on hand is that some strands of hair always falls off at every incident. For instance, from Lucas lab, from the wood and now in your neighborhood.” He wasn’t pressing the it for no reason, but because something in his guts told him, Dixon knows something but doesn’t want to say anything.

I leaned back in my well-worn executive office chair and stretched the kinks from my body. I’d finally solved the case that had plagued me for weeks. It was a call for celebration! Eleanor Waterford’s husband was a sly player. He’d managed to disguise his activities to the point that I simply couldn’t uncover the name of the female who he was keeping company with. I was just about to give up and confess to my boss that I’d failed when it struck me. What if the woman he was seeing wasn’t a woman at all?

It has never been my goal to impress my sister with anything I do. I scroll through the books in the library until I come to my favourite section, Mystery. I always love the thrill that comes with not knowing what's going to happen next. You can make it more interesting for yourself if you start to wonder what is happening and what will happen. I take a few glances through the books on the shelves and take a book that looks the most interesting out of all the books I saw. 'In the Woods' by Tana French.

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.