murder mysteries fiction books

With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears? Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions. Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

Sequel to Lord of Mysteries

[The latest masterpiece by the author of Reverend Insanity] In the heart of a volcano, the mechanical fairy palace left by the ancients longed for a successor. The mother sacrificed her life to obtain the treasure seal of the fairy palace, entrusting it to Ning Zhuo on her deathbed. Buddha Heart Demon Seal! To deliver oneself to enlightenment, and others to demonhood. The bearer of the seal, by lightly engraving the Heart Demon Seal, could control mechanisms as if they were feathers. While others wielded it, exhausted in spirit and heavy in mind; Ning Zhuo could command it with ease, light and graceful as in a dance. Ning Zhuo said, "Mother, your child will surely fulfill your trust and claim that fairy palace!" Indeed: The chance encounter with a spirited secret, where skill merges with supreme logic. Universes open to new realms, where natural beauty rivals the heavens. Ancient bells transmit the law, dancing under the moon's pure radiance. With the true form embodying myriad things, who in the world could contend!

``` Entering the world of the Scripted Murder Game isn't scary. Playing the role of the murderer is still doable. Playing the role of the victim is fine. Playing the role of a girl is manageable. Even if you have to deal with dark, strange monsters, and accidentally get tainted by them, it's no big deal. Shuo looked at the script in his hand and felt that he could still play the part! … But after adding a bunch of teammates with mental issues, he felt that he couldn't go on acting. This script is a bit off too! Shuo, "Can we not have a murderer, a victim, a girl, or psychos, and just have a normal person?" … —————— 【Non-traditional Scripted Murder Mystery Game】 【Attention: The plot will gradually shift from normal to bizarre, focusing on tasks. Each Scripted Murder Game script is original, not fan-made. Non-original scripts will be indicated.】 【Ensemble cast, with undercovers, role-playing, disguises, no female lead.】 ```

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. A Poo Poo Kind of Morning I tried not to look down the mouth of hell staring back at me from inside the glaringly pristine outer ceramic shell of the white throne, my throat catching, stomach doing half flips and a rather impressive rollover routine that would have gotten at least a 9.5 even from the Russian judges. Instead, I forced myself to smile and swallow and remind myself the elbow length yellow rubber gloves grasping the handle of the standard issue plunger were all that stood between me and Pooageddon. Suck it up, Fee. Big girl panties and adulting and all that. “At what point,” I waved the dripping plunger, wincing as droplets of yuck flew, “did I think owning a bed and breakfast was going to be glamorous and romantic?” Fiona Fleming is in so much trouble. Her recently inherited bed and breakfast might not actually be hers thanks to the underhanded misdealings of the local real estate bully. Despite her grandmother's last will and testament, Fee might me out of luck and on the street before she even gets settled. But when her new enemy floats belly up in her koi pond, she's the prime suspect in his murder! Can she uncover who the real killer is before the smoking hot new sheriff puts her behind bars instead of asking her out on a date? Dive into book one of the Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries, and don't miss the exciting sequels!

Born into the prestigious Lu family, the eldest young master was foretold by a master that he would not live past the age of 25. This ominous prophecy clung to him for two decades. On his 20th birthday, fate took a dramatic turn when he accidentally hit a girl with his car. In a moment of compassion, Young Master Lu rushed the girl to the hospital, and from that moment on, their lives became inextricably linked. "Young Master Lu, could you do me a favor? Help me get my mom to divorce my good-for-nothing dad, please?" "Young Master Lu, I've been kidnapped! Do something!" "Young Master Lu, my head hurts..." "Young Master Lu, my stomach aches..." Lu Zechuan, known for his cold and distant demeanor, found himself softening for this petite and delicate girl. He treated her with utmost care, as if she were made of glass, fearing that the slightest mishandling would cause her harm. The world saw Lu Zechuan's unwavering devotion to Xia Mian, a love that penetrated to the very core of his being. Yet, what remained hidden from the world was the truth: it was Xia Mian who held the key to extending Lu Zechuan's life.

I was born in the 1980s, and officially stepped into the world of Feng Shui in 2006. Over the past decade, I’ve witnessed mysteries that most would never believe. In 2013, over 100,000 fish died mysteriously in Liaozhong Reservoir… In Tower Bay Street, spirits marched in a ghostly parade… In Wenguantun, shadowy markets rose at dusk… And in front of the Shenyang Imperial Palace, a ghostly princess once sat in her palanquin. Were these the workings of nature — or something far more ancient and unseen? In ten years, I’ve saved lives — and yes, I’ve ruined some too. Feng Shui is like a blade: it bears no evil or virtue. The darkness lies in the hearts of men. This book is not written to boast about my mastery or to chase after the sensational. I write to share a truth: Feng Shui can nurture life — or destroy it. There is no good or evil in the art itself. Only in the human heart.

Sekuel dari Lord of Mysteries

Pada tahun 2172 Indonesia masih belum benar-benar merdeka. Korupsi masih ada ketidak adilanpun masih merajalela. Sekelompok individu dari latar belakang berbeda-beda yang muak dengan keadaan negara mereka bersatu untuk menangani kasus-kasus yang tidak bisa di pecahkan oleh unit lain di negara mereka. Aileen Fredella adik Adara Afsheen yang merupakan bagian dari T.I.M harus menggantikan posisi sang kakak yang sudah meninggal. Pertemuan tidak terduga, kasus rumit terjadi, dan menjadi pengurus apartemen bukan hal yang mudah. Berbagai konflik terjadi kesedihan, kebohongan, pengorbanan, penghianatan, dan cinta. Akankah Aileen mampu? (Cerita ini sedang di edit besar besaran karena banyak typo dan beberapa jalan cerita yang kurang memuaskan author mohon bersabar)

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!