Woman Author Mystery Novels & Stories

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

A life that now seemed filled with shadows and secrets I was only beginning to uncover. "Who were you, Mom?" I whispered to the empty room. "Who was Luna Catherine?" Not just Luna Catherine. Not just my mother. But the woman beneath those titles. The woman who had built a magical library that defied the laws of physics. The woman who had hidden mysterious books and left mystic messages. The woman who had possessed a crystal that showed impossible visions of the past or future or something in between. The woman who had had some connection to Stephanie Morgan, whoever she was.

She avoided all their eyes and continued to take care of Anna, who was squealing quietly upon every spoonful of her favorite potato rosti. “I’m looking for The Anthem of Lycanthropy’s author, L.M.H. Does anyone here know her?” She stilled. Her hand holding the spoon for Anna was suspended mid-air as she felt her blood run cold. The…what? The ladies looked at each other and shook their heads, knowing nothing about her alias in the world of literature. “No, we don’t know her.” Axel stole a knowing glance from her and nodded. “Huh, I’m pretty sure she lives just somewhere around here, do any of you—“

Her books were written off in the name of Sara Moto which is short for Yamamoto but two of her books becoming best sellers made her reveal her face but not her identity. This is the reason why the ladies could recognise her as the author of their favourite books. I've read all five of her books and I must say that, this lady brings out the romance in you. "I'm sorry to cut you ladies short but my sister over here needs to check in with you for her first day at work". "We're sorry, pardon our manners" the blonde one says still looking at Sara and I wonder if they even realise I've been standing here all along since we walked in here and they saw Sara.

This time, this production of director Li was estimated to fight internationally for recognition and awards. The author of the story was none other than the famous writer 'Enigmatic YQ'. The author was truly an anonymous one. Even though no one knew of the gender of the author, or the belonging and nativity, everyone was smitten by his works, nonetheless. Till now, this author has only written 5 works out of which 3 were about brutal gang life and gang love, while one was horror. This book was the only book he had written purely about love with some mysterious emotions.

Her words still weigh heavy in my head. But how does she know? Is Elara truly the antagonist now? Or is she working with the author instead? She can't be the author, it won't make any sense. Or is that just what she wants me to think? Either way, I know one thing for sure. Elara’s not just another character. She’s part of this story. And maybe… she remembers how it ends too.

My palms were damp on the manuscript by the time the receptionist told me to wait. Other writers passed in and out, confident or hopeful or terrified. I couldn’t tell which one I was. “Miss Sterling?” A woman with severe gray hair and sharper glasses approached. “I’m Margaret Winters. Follow me.” Her office felt like a showroom. White walls, silver accents, everything carefully placed. I sat across from her and set the manuscript down gently. “So.” She settled into her chair. “You have a manuscript for me.” “Yes. A dark romance with thriller elements. The protagonist becomes obsessed with a man and kills for him without his knowledge. It deals with obsession, morality, consequences. I’ve wri

It filled the cell, bouncing off the walls, seeping into my veins. A dry chuckle followed. "Must be one hell of a slut to wreck a whole goddamn marriage."Another sneered, "Guess the headlines weren't wrong. 'The Mistress Who Ruined a Millionaire.' Got a nice ring to it, don't you think?, what was her name kayra..kath..yeah kiyara" A thick silence stretched across the cell. And then. Boom. Boom. Boom. The slow, controlled beat of my pulse before the explosion.

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J

I widened my eyes at Jacob questioningly, but he shook his head no, so he had no idea who this woman was. I opened my mouth to tell Lola to let’s head back to the den and wait for Tyler there, but I choked and then sneezed. The woman’s perfume spread when she took a turn to check the place. It was everywhere, and it was so pungent that I, for a second, felt my lungs were on fire. She sniffed at me, then glared at Lola. “Where is your master, little girl? Go and fetch him for me.” Damn! Even her voice was sweet and sexy too, with a hint of haughtiness. I might add.