Woman Author Mystery Novels & Stories

Abigail I didn’t hear the library door open. Curled in the wide armchair by the window, a thick blanket tucked over my legs and a mug of lukewarm tea long forgotten on the little table beside me, I was too deep in the roaring chaos of 1920s London to notice anything else. The novel I’d found, The Blood of Mayfair, was a fever dream of a book with gangsters in bowler hats and singers with too much rouge and too many secrets. I had stumbled across the book purely by chance this afternoon while scanning a high corner shelf. What began as idle curiosity turned into a feverish need to unravel the killer’s identity before the protagonist, a fashion journalist moonlighting as a private investigator

Sophia leaned closer, her gaze unwavering. "Ryan's mistress is not an ordinary woman; she wields considerable power and will go to great lengths to safeguard her secrets." A chill coursed through me, igniting a sense of urgency. "What secrets?" My curiosity was piqued, prompting her to hesitate, scanning the coffee shop with apprehension.

The woman groaned in irritation, clicked the backspace button and shut the page which got saved in the drafts, placing the laptop on the side of the bed with a thump she spread her tired body like a slimy snail. While the glowing screen showed the title of her so called important work "Abducting the mafia romance author" written in bold and italics rested on the top of the page, while the lady's name was typed in lower font below the page which read as "Aysel Saat." Moments passed by silently as the ticking of the clock was continuously dragging her towards an unexpected fate. Writing the particular ebook she must have not known that each and every word she would narrate, would write her own

After about thirty minutes, she reached the police station, got out of her car, locked it, and made her way inside the station then reminded herself to keep a strong demeanor no matter what she was going to find out now. When she walked to the counter that a policeman was standing behind, she greeted him and told him that the inspector was expecting her so he nods and took her to a small room that looks like a mini-conference room then told her to wait and that they would join her soon. Two minutes later a man and a woman came in and shook hands with her as they all introduced themselves to each other. The man was detective Sawyer and the woman was Angela his assistant, then after the exchan

And as if to respond to me, I felt a sudden pull towards a simple house in the far corner of the village. "You're back! I'm glad you're back safe and sound!" a woman came out of the house and greeted me with an affectionate smile. The woman possesses simple short, brown hair, brown sharp eyes, upturned nose, and thin pink lips. Unlike the other people I've seen in this village, she looks nobler although she is also wearing modest clothing. For some reason... my heart faster the moment I heard her voice. "Do you know me?" I asked the woman. The woman only smiles at me and offers her right hand.

Since then, Metamorphoses wrote more mystery novels and became popular with that specific genre. But the thing is, no one ever met or even actually see the author in person. Even the publishing company that publishing his/her book doesn't see him/her in person nor doesn't know the real gender of the author. But that only makes the author more mysterious and everyone is curious to know him/her. And Anastasia was not an exemption. She's been eager to know the writer since the day that she read the book that later on became her favorite 'The Book of Murder'. For her, every book that the author is writing is a masterpiece.