Ya Mystery Books Novels & Stories

and Makimi pouts. “Alright! Alright! I get it… so can we move that corpse somewhere before that?” says Natsuko while pointing at the corpse of the tentacle monster. Pouring some water on the corpse, Ayame says- “I think I’ve seen this in the book… lemme check!” and she takes out her phone and goes through her images. Makimi leans in to see what she was seeing and sees descriptive images of yokai stored on her phone. She scrolls through while reading their names.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

He went home. Aayan told his Dad everything. Yash kept silent for some time, then brought a book. He gave it to Aayan. Aayan "This book?" Yash: "This book is about werewolves. I have read a few pages. Someone kept it outside our house." Aayan looked at the book. The book's cover had a picture of a werewolf. The book looked ancient. Yash, "I don't know who kept it. I don't know how many werewolves are here. I don't know whether this book was given by a friend or an enemy. But I feel you should read it once."

Since Ageru was saying that, Yami just take a look around there and find something that maybe he can use. He just walked toward it and he found a box. He doesn't know what is that for. But it just the only thing that he found there. So he just goes and takes a look at it. He touched it and nothing happened. So he opens it up. Since it looks like it's nothing. He found a book inside it. He asks Ageru "What is this for?" But Ageru says that she didn't know about it. Yami checks every page of that book and on the cover of that book, He found something. But he didn't think that he should tell anyone about it. Since it looks like it was serious for him. Ageru asks him if he found something from t

Daniel's curiosity was piqued, and he found himself drawn to these mysterious objects, his heart beating with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Among the peculiar items, he spotted a small, ornate box adorned with strange symbols, a crystal orb that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, and a tattered old book bound in black leather. The book seemed to radiate an aura of malevolence, its presence making the air around it seem to vibrate with dark energy. Mr. Daniel's eyes lingered on these objects, his mind racing with questions. What were they used for? What kind of power did they hold? And, most importantly, would Mrs. Iyama be willing to help him unlock their secrets?

Ayla’s fingers paused against the cover for half a second, and though her face remained calm, I noticed the small tension around her mouth. “You kept it from what?” I asked. Her gaze lifted to mine. “History.” It was not an answer, definitely not an answer but still, she opened the book. The smell reached me first, old paper, dust, something smoky beneath it. The writing inside was unlike anything I knew. Symbols twisted across the page in sharp lines and curves, occasionally broken by illustrations painted in faded mineral colours. Some pages showed creatures that looked almost familiar from supernatural stories Dax and others had mentioned before, while others were completely alien.

Her screams muffled in her attackers' hands and the door slammed shut. "Be a good girl and you stay alive." She pressed her mouth close and locked eyes with the man in black, knowing there was no way to escape this. Especially not after seeing his face. *** Today was the first time Charlie Brown loved Friday. She signed in later than usual, collapsing into her seat and grinned at the empty desks. For the first time in three years, no paperwork. If this keeps up, she might let her hair down and go clubbing. Digging into her bag, she picked up a fantasy novel she had purchased the day before and flipped open to the first chapter. She had barely finished the first page when she felt a tap on he

Since I usually woke up a bit later than this, my brother has to come and wake me up. Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Aimee Cassandra C. Dela Via. I'm only turning 17 this week. For my appearance, I have long, silky chestnut hair and almond shape light pink eyes... the same shade as rose quartz. Yes, it's quite a weird color. I've found out that no one here in our country has the same eye color as mine.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat