Novel & Cerita Young Adult Fiction Mystery

“I’m not under arrest when I leave?” “No, you’re not. He knows Rebel and Mick and Colin too. His name is Dickerson.” I’m still frowning, my memory conjuring images of his car’s grill almost on our ass. “More like Dickweederson,” I say, pissed he got the drop on me. Who shoots a girl in bedazzled shorts and heels who’s yelling Emergency!? He should at least be demoted or something. “Seriously.” I smile at Teagan’s easy agreement. “Are we good?” I ask, holding up my

I deserved better, this stupid year was just kicking my ass. Assuring myself of this, I took a deep breath out, running a hand through my hair as I crossed the road, headed straight into the library, putting my phone into my jacket pocket. The town library was exceptionally big, not too large though, but I must admit could hold quite a lot of books as they were rows upon rows. I made my way straight to the books about fantasy creatures, realizing that they were surprisingly many. Young Adult fantasy is a thing...like a big deal, I noted reading through so interesting titles, but not the specific one I was looking for.

Jay has been crying the whole time all by himself but then the thought of Anna struck his mind and his head jerks up. "Anna" he mumbles aloud and Nicole and Brad squint at him. "Where is Anna?" he asks and stood up to his feet. He rushed into the sitting room and then to her bedroom. No sight of Anna, he opened the bathroom door and peaks into it but no sight of her there. He glances around the bedroom and his gaze landed on the phones on the table. His legs carried him to the table and he stared down at Drake and Anna's phones. "This was a murder case, none of the phones were taking" he thought aloud and picks up both phones and headed back to the kitchen.

written by Airawrites “24-year-old, Zachary —Zack— Hernandez has aquaphobia, or a person who has a fear of water. Determined to cure his phobia and to reunite with his childhood friends, he decided to go back to the lake house where he was born and to also figure out the truth behind his nightmares that seemed to happen in the lake house. Before going there, here are the only things they expected to happen: have a blissful reunion, have extraordinary birthday celebrations, a relaxing vacation, to meet his grandparents and sister again, and of course to go back home safe and sound. But what they did not know was they only got themselves on the serial killer's hands and now it's impossible to

My goodness, it was so cheesy, I almost couldn't take it! Mindy's face froze, caught off guard by the sudden mention of her past literary works. Apart from embarrassment, all she felt was the awkward urge to disappear into thin air. Susan went on, "To be honest, this author isn't great at writing young adult romance, but their mystery novels are worth a read. Given how popular they are, they must have some market appeal." Mindy stood there in silence, wishing she could vanish. The sales assistant finished processing the payment and happily handed the card and packaged dresses back to Susan.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

If you do, he will never wake up. Her pulse drummed in her ears. She sat on the edge of her bed, gripping the comforter until her knuckles turned white. The letter was just paper. Words written in ink. Nothing supernatural, nothing impossible. So why did it feel like her tomorrow had already been hijacked? Why did it feel like the moment she opened that envelope, she’d stepped into a story she didn’t understand—one she couldn’t walk back out of?

They called it his coming of age. ‎Kiean wasn't any better. When he was twelve, he'd gone on his first kill. What he brought as a souvenir was the head of a farmer whose teeth were incomplete. The blood had rained droplets on the carpet as he moved it about, declaring his glory, but my parents hadn't minded. Infact, they were happy. ‎

"It seems that this pack has been in remote parts of the country for many years, which is why they have remained undiscovered for so long." "That explains why they survived so long," Reese said. That was true, but a much more important question came to mind. "Why are you telling us this?" Not that that wasn't interesting, but it didn't explain my boss's behavior. "There's a very simple reason for that." Jilin hesitated a moment, then pushed the folder towards me. But she left her hand on it. “That is all the information we have gathered about the Drein so far. But not all of them are beautiful and some of them can bring back bad memories. ”Jilin looked me in the eye. “Grace, these tattoo num

Fuck, she makes me feel everything. "It is indeed a good morning," I say wrapping more of her wild hair around her ear so I can see her face better. "Sorry, I fell asleep," she says. I'm not sorry. I didn't want to get into her Dad's allegations last night and even though she wasn't happy about it she asked me to read her the book she had grabbed off my book shelf. One of my favorites. It's a mystery novel about two mates who find each other while they are both trying to catch the same serial killer that's on the loose.