Young Adult Fiction Mystery Novels & Stories

"It may be small, but that doesn't mean it won't feel like you've just walked into a young adult fiction book. Tai chuckled slightly. "I'll considered myself warned." *

’ Agnes said. ‘Somethin’ is botherin’ me about this thing,’ Maud said. ‘An’ I can’t put me finger on it. I’m hopin’ you’d help steady me hand a little.’ Humouring her friend, Agnes picked up the comic. ‘I’d have thought that one of The Newshounds would be a better help, Maud. This is a young person’s read, after all.’ ‘I got a terrible feelin’, Agnes,’ Maud said sincerely. ‘An’ it’s a feelin’ that doesn’t belong in this day an’ age. I can’t explain it but I need yer thoughts.’

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 10 . Laura peered round the room as she breathed in. "Lunch is served. You don't wanna miss your grandma's meatloaf right? She is looking for you" her grandpa said as she rolled her eyes and placed her hands at her back pocket. Remembering how terrible her granny's meatloaf tastes. Then it dawned on her, her grandpa is mysterious, how did he know all these?

It’s been a month before their last cases, and now they are taking a new risky adventure. "I like it when you're like this, adventure is waving Jane!" Austine exclaimed, who was eager to end this series of murders, and finding out who is the murderer was one of the best and fun parts, discovering shreds of evidence and making the murderer pay is satisfying, a job where she is dedicated to doing to help others.

Jace simply answers. I stand up, placing my hands on the table gently. “I need a breather. I’ll be right back.” I walk aimlessly and find myself in front of the storage room I cleaned last Tuesday. What the heck?! Did my subconscious bring me here on a whim? My eyebrows furrow when the storage room suddenly opens and out comes a tall young man with black hair dressed in a dark blue onesie. His back is towards me and in his one hand, he carries a yearbook that seemed to be from twenty-five years ago while the other closes the door.

He was itching to feel every inch of her body under the palm of his hand, but he had to slow down. She moaned against his lips as his hands traveled down her arms. This kiss felt different. It was as if it was leading to something she didn’t know if she was ready for. -=- The next chapter is part of the R18 series. If you are not over 18, please skip that chapter and proceed to Chapter 66. -=-

I may presume that this book is meant for the adult age. ______________________ STORY AESTHETIC _______________ Brielle Damara had been working as a part-timer and she's also a university student with the Economics discipline. Things changed after serving a customer with the name, Enrique De Leon. However, Enrique is a tail to the boss. Brielle hardly recognized the family gene but unknowingly to her that she has a powerful stalker. For him, she was the bold and spirited girl from high school but now she's the girl who takes orders from customers in a coffee shop.

BUT, AS YOU KNOW I MOSTLY PUBLISHED ALL MY BOOKS ON W*****D SO I SUGGEST THAT IF YOU WANT TO READ FAYE AND JAKE'S PARENTS LOVE STORY, YOU CAN DO THAT ALSO BECAUSE I'M NOT GONNA PUT IT UP HERE EXCEPT FOR THE PLOT. IT'S QUITE DIFFERENT FROM FAYE AND JAKE'S STORY COS IT'S AN ADULT FICTION AND VERY MATURE LIKE AND ALL, SO IF YOU'RE INTO THAT KIND OF GENRE (MAFIA AND BILLIONAIRE AND ROMANCE) THAN THEIR STORY IS FOR YOU, SO CHECK IT OUT ON W*****D UNDER THE SAME PROFILE I HAVE HERE. I'M SURE YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT. BUT HERE'S HOW JAKE'S STORY GOES;

His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset… "Absolutely not." I snapped the book shut. "Dad, come on. It's not even that bad." "Not that bad?" I held the book up. "This is soft-core disguised as mystery." "It's a subplot. The main plot is the murder investigation." "I don't care if it's a footnote." I set the book on the coffee table, out of her reach. "You're fifteen. Too young for this garbage." She crossed her arms, leaning back against the cushions. "I'm almost sixteen. Not six."

Then I got back to my research again browsing through criminal cases described in news articles and web forums. An hour passed and I was tired of reading bloody stories that got me nowhere near something I could use in the novel, so I began to grumble on one of the mystery-crime forums. “Help me out. Have you heard of any interesting murder case nowadays? I swear, I’m not a psycho, I’m a writer begging for an inspiration,” I hoped that sounded convincing enough. No one was answering. I’d waited for an hour and got little bit frustrated. I was about to get back to my previous way of research but then someone replied.