Young Adult Fiction Mystery Novels & Stories

She slipped down the hallway toward the library, her original destination, though she noticed Zykos was heading the same way. Inside the library, Liliana climbed up onto the top shelves, hiding herself in the shadows above. She pressed her back against the wall and stayed still, listening. The door opened not long after. Zykos stepped in and moved toward the darkest corner. He glanced around, then pressed a hidden button in the wall. A panel slid aside, revealing a secret door. He looked around once more, and when Liliana heard his footsteps fade beyond the threshold, she dropped from the shelves without a sound and slipped through the gap just before the door closed fully.

He kept pounding until he finally groaned and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum, his body shuddering against mine. After we caught our breath, I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum already starting to leak down my thighs, and gave him a wicked little smile. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.” Later that afternoon, I found her in the quiet corner of the university library, tucked between the tall shelves of old literature books. She was pretending to read, but her face was still flushed and her hands were shaking as she turned the pages. I walked up behind her and leaned in close. “Hey… about what you saw earlier.”

And I was the only person in Oakhaven who could see it. I ducked behind a dumpster as a black armored vehicle roared past the alley entrance. The sirens were everywhere now. I held my breath, pressing my back against the wet brick. I was seventeen, I had one day left until Selection Day, and I had just become the most wanted girl in the city. A shadow detached itself from the wall beside me. I gasped, ready to scream, but a hand clamped firmly over my mouth. "Don't make a sound," a boy’s voice whispered in my ear. He smelled like ozone and damp earth. "If you want to live, follow me."

***Megan's POV*** As usual, I slipped into my disguise for mafia-related business: a black catsuit and thigh-high stiletto boots, pulling on my black veil. I descended the mini stairs in the back of the children’s room—stairs no one would ever suspect led anywhere serious. I punched an invisible button on the high end of the wall, and an underground route opened. Below, an underground garage was filled with all types of bikes from around the world. I stepped into my favorite one, which I called the Ravenclaw, sleek and black like a predator at night, just like me.

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

My eyes widened the moment I saw him. He had the most beautiful pair of warm brown eyes I had ever seen. His dark hair fell slightly across his forehead, giving him a relaxed, effortless look. His jaw was sharp, and a small dimple appeared on his cheek when he smiled. He was wearing a neatly pressed shirt with the sleeves folded just below his elbows, revealing strong forearms. Lydia might be right, I thought to myself. He does look like a mafia. And if he isn’t one… then I’m sure he must be associated with them.

So comment, comment and I'll make things happen. Meanwhile... I'm bringing a new book to the table that I've been meaning to complete before bringing any new books out and I'd like y'all to give it a shot while I figure out what's happening. The book isn't out yet, it should be out by 12:00. NEW BOOK ALERT! Title: Queen (Building Her Status) Genre: Romance & Mafia Audience: 18+

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

We hit it off and exchanged contact details. As I stood up to leave the café, a waiter brushed past me, and in the next second, I felt a piece of paper slip into my palm. I looked at him as he walked away, his tall figure moving gracefully, and I saw him casually waving his right hand. After saying goodbye to the guy I was on a blind date with, I opened the note. [He's a playboy. Watch out. This is his usual hangout. If you want to thank me, you can come by for a drink tomorrow.]