Woman Author Mystery Novels & Stories

Observing it he quirked a questioning brow at the title. Murderous case files, a thriller mystery book he had read years ago. Mainly consisting of gore and graphic details of killing he had dropped it, never even getting past the first chapter. If he recalled the very first sentence described a horrific scene of a man who had cut his wife's throat. Many would have stopped reading at the very first scene yet for some reason this woman was so intrigued with the book that she had nearly forgotten she was conversing with me. How interesting. The more I learn about her the more she seems to shock me.

A thin female reporter from the crowd asked. “We don't know” “Is the mysterious lady a ghost like she asked” “No, pay no attention to posts on social media, they're filled with lies. The culprit is very much human, the only difference is that she is a criminal mastermind” "She? How do you know she is a woman" "Our investigations show the murderer is female but her gender isn't an obstacle we'll catch her" detective Jones said. He replied confidently but his thoughts said otherwise. He asked himself who could be seen walking into a hotel and can't be seen walking out? who walks into a fully secured building,abducts a full-grown man and can't be seen leaving or even walking into the building?

'I need to find these four people as early as possible because only they could answer these unsolved mysteries'. **On the other corner of country** A woman was elegantly sitting on a queen size chair and was puffing cigar while playing with her left hand nails. Room was decorated with exquisite furniture. In the middle of room there was queen size bed beside it was a large window made of French glass. In the middle of ceiling there was a long and beautiful chandelier hanging its head high. That woman was not very stunning but her elegance made her look extremely beautiful. She was wearing light brown silk robe which complimented her fair skin.

Ironically, it was a woman who made him withdraw the supposed wealth and prestige he could amassed from marrying her. In this mad man era, cleverness can sometimes be women’s advantage.

"A real one." "The real one " the woman replied. Her voice was smooth. She held a fountain pen made of diamond. "I did not give up like the woman in the library. I studied. I worked hard. I became the Chief of Surgery. I became the hero of this story." "Then why are you destroying the world?" Maya asked. This woman had everything Maya wanted. She looked like a monster. "Because the story is getting boring Maya," the Successful Maya said. She walked slowly toward them. "A perfect life is not interesting. To keep the Author interested I need a tragedy. I need a rival. I need someone to lose everything."

MASON I can boldly swear that I have never met a more stubborn woman. What woman would rather go to prison than get paid fifty million dollars? Mira Fernandez. I wasn't lying when I said she intrigues me. I have never seen anyone like her. If she slips through my fingers now, I might never meet someone like her ever again. She's a beautiful mystery. One I intend to unravel layer by mysterious layer. She refused me. She lied to me. Now I find out she's a thief as well?

And began running for the exit. Her steps couldn’t be compared to that of Roy. Who caught up with her before she could reach for the wicket gate. He dragged her back. Falling the old woman on the ground. He doubted if she was the one. She was old. Why would She be here. It ought to be someone else. But there isn’t anyone here. “Who are you?” “Someone you don’t want to know.” “Why are you helping her, where is the book?” “You should ask the flame over there..” she smirked.

Christine was certain fierce tenacious grips of Scott's hands upon meeting. A step behind, the body of Ariana presses the knob of a door, initiating the unlocking of the door. The door swings open. A sliding touch from behind frightens her to near death. Her chest throbbed so hard on her chest. Behind her, a mono-eyed woman made a stance like a statue. Her face was full of hope and resuscitation of life. Sometimes in life, the next step is the solution to a problem when on a loose end.

She knew that she had to be careful, that one misstep could mean disaster. After a few minutes of walking, the mysterious woman arrived at a small, unassuming building on the outskirts of town. She pushed open the door and slipped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room was small and sparse, with only a few pieces of furniture scattered about. The mysterious woman moved to a small desk in the corner, where a single candle burned, casting flickering shadows on the walls. She sat down in the chair behind the desk, her eyes scanning the room once more before coming to rest on a small, leather-bound book that lay open on the desk.

Why him? I stared at the growing web of connections, the patterns that didn’t make sense. My hand trembled as I pinned up one last word: WHO IS DIEGO? The lantern flickered, shadows crawling across the walls, as though the universe itself didn’t want me to know the answer. And deep inside, I felt my wolf stir—calm, but whispering something I couldn’t quite catch. Then—knock. I froze. Someone was at my bedroom door.