Young Adult Mystery Books

I'm a pet whisperer. During a live stream, a man asks me to help check on his dog. "My precious keeps sniffing me these days. Can you see what's up with it?" I smile and say, "Your dog's just expressing its love for you." After ending the live stream, I immediately call the police. "I want to report a case of body dismemberment." The dog from earlier recently gnawed on a human bone!

If you had a chance to be reborn into a new world, would you change anything? A series of stories of being reborn and changing ones fate.

'why does she always wear the same white top? Is she dense enough not to notice the bloodstains?’ But then he figured out the most perfect and possible explanation. She’s must have wanted to show him how much blood he spilled over each torture session.

They grew up in a cult community that as a culture killed Russians, Bonnie, Donald and Dr. Markus are Russians. This is because 1000 years ago there was a war and before the war Russians used to oppress the black people so the black people rose up, some good Russians helped the black people rise up and for a time after the black people won the war and got into rule they made laws to stop the oppression and things got calmer and people were arrested for racism. One day, 1000 years later, a black ruler was dying so he gave his crown to his nephew who hated Russians and the nephew turned black people against the Russians and created a whole culture of hating the Russians, this started tensions between the two races and literally got babies killed, mixed people were killed along with their Russian parents, black people who made babies with them would be kicked out of the community that used to be Christians and the nephew's son started a culture of killing Russians 1 time a month on the 13th day of the month. RedBeeSAndAmber2's Real Name is Treasure Marie Denise Jackson and I am her, I collaborated with GOD A.K.A. Jesus Christ To help me write this book. The Writer is an African-American. _________________________________________________________________________ This story is copyrighted. (Copr. ©) The copyright symbol, or copyright sign, ©, is the symbol used in copyright notices for works other than sound recordings. The use of the symbol is described by the Universal Copyright Convention. Copyright refers to the legal right of the owner of intellectual property. ... This means that the original creators of products and anyone they give authorization to are the only ones with the exclusive right to reproduce the work.

Imagine being kidnapped; being held hostage; being threatened with hunger and violence; surviving with unknown people. Imagine finding a connection, finding love in that oh so terrible prison. Imagine being loved by that love. Imagine being lost, torn away from that love; slapped back to the reality of your fate. Imagine being tortured; the pain not mostly from your own torture, but from the knowledge that the love was somewhere else, somewhere close but far; also being tortured. Imagine your whole life being questioned, threatened to be a lie. Imagine that love being questioned. Imagine being alone. Imagine Love In Bondage.

How did this even happen? The girl whom she thought of as her best friend, the girl with whom she's sharing her room, is actually a guy? Hazel stood there with her feet rooted to the white marble floor, not even bothering to fake that utterly shook expression of hers by watching the handsome man dressed in woman's clothes. "She's a guy!?" Finally Hazel let it out straighning her mind. Tristan Sanchez is an undercover cop who by bad luck had to pretend as a sexy paino teacher According to his Cheif's orders. What would happen if the most dedicated and cold officer of the department falls in love with the clumsiest and cheerful girl ever. Can he complete his mission to find the culprit he's looking for? Or he will get distracted by the feeling called love.

Linda Argwins has been in a coma for six years following a fatal road accident when her sister, Jennifer, finally comes across a diary addressed to her (Jennifer) that seems to explain the mystries sorrounding her predicament and that contains information that may be helpful in getting her out of the coma. Center to Linda's story is her husband's secret gold ring that turns their marriage chaotic and bloody, and whose main use turns out extremely daunting.

Leon tak perlu mengerahkan kekuatannya untuk menarik tubuh Aleta ke pangkuannya. Selain karena tubuh gadis itu begitu mungil dan ringan, kedua kaki yang lumpuh itu tak bisa diandalkan untuk memberontak. "Kau bilang tak akan tertarik dengan gadis cacat sepertiku." Aleta menahan kedua tangannya di depan dada Leon. Mencegah wajah pria itu semakin dekat. Bahkan dengan jarak hanya beberapa senti saja, napas berat pria itu terasa begitu jelas menerpa wajahnya. Ujung bibir Leon membentuk seringai tajam. Satu tangan di punggung Aleta bergerak menurunkan resleting baji gadis itu. "Tapi aku belum pernah menyicipi gadiz cacat."

Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi, daughter of a tycoon named Narendra Prasadh. After graduating from college in Boston, her father sent her to Dharavi, the largest slum area in the world for tough life training in expecting that Zoya could become a caring, compassionate, and strong-willed leader. But she is falling in love with a poor who sell food named Praveen in Dharavi. Praveen Jayachandran, a poor young man. From the village he dreamed of becoming a famous Bollywood star, but fate brought him to Dharavi to become a street vendor selling Idli. Will Zoya be able to complete her father's challenge with the harsh life in Dharavi? Or she even get into trouble for falling in love with a man from a lower caste? Can their love survived in the midst of her fake identity?

My mentally impaired brother married a young, beautiful woman. She was a college graduate, kind and sensible. In just three years, she already had three kids.  My dad couldn’t stop smiling, always boasting to everyone about what a great daughter-in-law he had. However, I knew the truth. Every night, she would quietly sneak into my bed.