Woman Author Mystery Novels & Stories

I asked and inwardly I am getting impatient to listen his name. But my wife is number one in stubbornness. "No, I won't be telling his name," she said stubbornly. I knew it. She will not so easily reveal his name. "Ok then....... Bye," I said and rushed to the washroom. After having a bath, I got ready and came into the bedroom. I saw that she was not here anywhere. She will be downstairs so I went there but she was not there also. I asked the maid whereabouts of my wife. She told me that she is in Shreya's room. My best friends dropped my sister's here. I went there to see that she was sleeping with Riya, Divya and Shreya.

But she didn’t know what. As she turned it all over in her head, it only raised more and more questions. And that surprised her. She was a world-renowned scholar, and could dissect and analyze any book within a matter of minutes. But now, with her own book, in her own attic—in her own handwriting of all things—she was completely stumped. That freaked her out more than anything. After all, she didn’t remember writing any of it. And yet, as she read it, pieces of it seemed to come back to her, in some vague part of her consciousness.

I hired the best spy to try to find that mysterious girl, but a small part of me is still unfulfilled because I have learned so little about her. In every magazine, only I got a magazine publication number. When I talked to them, they simply told me about that author's work online and did not reveal her real identity, even to those publishers. She writes under the alias "Authoress Naughty," and I find myself curious as to why she went with that name.

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

"It's delicious! I mean, it's sweet, but not too sweet. Met my expectation!" "What did I say before? Apart from coffee, my boss is also an expert in cooking," the woman smiled happily at her reaction. "If you don't mind, may I ask what do you do?" "I'm working as a novelist," she replied after successfully swallowing her food in a quick move. "You know, writing stories. Most of them are young adults with the fantasy genre. But I'm trying to create a paranormal genre this year." "Oh," the woman nodded understandingly, glancing at her injured hand. "With that injured hand? Do you need my help? Maybe I can help you until you get better. What do you think?"

I don’t want to be a distraction,’ she said guiltily. ‘You’ve proven to be my very beautiful and sexy distraction, and I am glad that you’re with me right now. Having you here kept me distracted from dwelling too much on how bad I feel, and it’s giving me a better perspective on how to do my investigation. Plus, now there are two of us. It might make searching for clues easier.’

He skimmed the first few lines, then the next, then deeper still, eyes narrowing as he scanned through every detail. Her work history. Steady, nothing unusual. A single mother, hardworking, cautious, protective. Nothing. He flipped through each sheet with increasing frustration, searching for the missing thread everyone else swore was there. There had to be something. A secret, a lie, a reason people were so drawn to her as though she were a puzzle begging to be solved. But the report offered nothing beyond the obvious. By the last page, Kieran sat motionless, staring at the empty margin as though it might fill itself if he looked hard enough.

Ofcourse , only Olivia knew exactly what's going on. "Woah. Is that Radon?" Alice asked at once snatching Olivia's iPad. "Alrighty. Mystery girlfriend?" Alice mutter blinking her eyes. She lightly zoom the picture and look at Elsa above the iPad. "Wow. Friend has a mystery look alike." She grin awkwardly and give the iPad back to Olivia. "Just my thoughts. Just that this one looks like a model. Must be an English model. Heard he's always hanging out with models from England." Olivia said and that didn't stop Alice from looking at Elsa weirdly.

Coming down to Thornhill, he continued on his exploit with the women; White women this time was a new adventure for him and to attain pleasure that brought only short-term happiness. No woman could ever make him happy forever no matter how they profess their fake love to him, for those who try. Others understand he only desired the pleasure of the flesh and would not bathe an eye on them. An example was his secretary, Enid but she had been acting a little bit strange towards him lately. She was slowly falling for him. Then came Linda; the mysterious woman from the sky. At first, it was all about finding out if she had a hand in the murder of Nico but he ended up taking her to the boutique an

was a woman? Something cold slithered down my spine. Because if there was one thing I’d learned tonight, it was that women who hid in the shadows... Were always the most dangerous. I rubbed my thumb over the edge of the invitation. “Interesting,” I muttered. I would love to meet this mysterious woman…