THERE WAS ALWAYS a boy in your life that common sense and the prayers of parents told you to stay away from: fast talker, fast car, and fast hands. He was the boy your father kept a loaded shotgun by the door for and met on the front porch if he ever thought about venturing onto his property…let alone the threshold. He was the tall, dark, mysteriously handsome, and uncharacter-istically quiet one that made you wonder what was going on in his head, and that little voice in your head said it wasn’t always so honorable. He was the boy you broke all of the rules over because bad-boys equaled excitement and the rebel in you liked the ride.
A.J. LapeStichwörter: romance mystery suspense thriller high-school darcy-walker
The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms or models. We came hardwired with different stories, dark secrets, vices, and defects. Over time, we fail and come to find our end, but the city continues onwards.
Cristina MartinStichwörter: fiction mystery thriller psychological psychological-thriller theautomat
For others, as for ourselves, we must trust him. If we could thoroughly understand anything, that would be enough to prove it undivine; and that which is but one step beyond our understanding must be in some of its relations as mysterious as if it were a hundred.
George MacDonaldStichwörter: god suffering trust uncertainty mystery theodicy
Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you.
Jamaica KincaidStichwörter: life self-awareness mystery
Abandoned.
The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause.
One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back, and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street, concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light.
It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty, exhibiting a heart of stone. And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled.
Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner. There she is left to drown in her tears—a dying heart.
Abandoned.
Stichwörter: mystery misery richelle abandoned hyde jekyll richelle-goodrich
Colorful characters are the odd shaped pieces that fill the holes in life's puzzle.
Richard StephensStichwörter: romance humour mystery cat
Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.
Agatha ChristieStichwörter: fiction mystery suspense agatha-christie poirot bestselling hercule hercule-poirot agatha christie
Holding her gaze, he sheathed his short sword and pulled the gauntlet off his left hand with his teeth. He held out his bare hand to her.
She glanced at the proffered hand before laying her palm in his. Hot strength gripped her tightly as he pulled her upright before him, so close she would’ve had to move only inches to brush her lips across his throat. She watched the pulse of his blood beat there, strong and sure, before she lifted her gaze. His head was cocked almost as if he were examining her—searching for something in her face.
She drew in a breath, parting her lips to ask a question.
Stichwörter: mystery hands artemis-greaves duke-of-midnight duke-of-wakefield first-meeting ghost-of-st-giles maximus-batten
In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre
Peggy Kopman-OwensStichwörter: romance mystery paris
He had learned Lesson One: Let French women tell you what they want.
Peggy Kopman-OwensStichwörter: romance comedy mystery
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