339 Quotes About Mystery-suspense

The noise of the blaring music and the champagne she had consumed caused a dull headache that seemed to increase the longer she spent in that electrifying atmosphere. Natalie excused herself and reached her apartment in seconds only to collapse on the bed and drifted off to a deep sleep.

The hustle and bustle of the city, the sizzling traffic, the magical aura of expectation-laden evenings, the trance of seductive lights and the company of spirited and vibrant people always intoxicated Ashley. Successful at twenty-eight, employed in one of the reputed television news broadcasting companies, Parker Broadcasting Systems, the findings of her investigative journalism were sensational enough to steal a spot in the cover story sections of leading magazines and newspapers.

He had wanted name and fame but was unprepared for the compromises he had to make to achieve his goals. When his ambitions materialized, realization dawned on him that try as he might he could never extricate himself from the nefarious entanglements he had linked himself with. The only option he had was to save himself from sinking into the abyss of ignominy, which coerced him to protect the big wigs.

The grave was covered as per traditions. Teary-eyed parents bid their daughter an emotional departure. The beautiful bright day contrasted with their sorrow-laden hearts. Even though they did not exchange words, there was a silent understanding between Ashley’s parents and Brian. Brian nodded his head in consensus. Natalie watched the interaction in stupefaction. The dead rested in peace while the living continued the dance of life.

When Dan had bartered his soul to the devil for material prosperity, he knew it would cost him his life. ...Ironically, he recalled a play written by Christopher Marlowe that he had read during college days. Little did he know he would agonize like Dr. Faustus in his last hours awaiting Mephistophilis’ arrival to claim his soul, which was the prize for all the pleasures he had savoured.

The stench of decomposed body, which was too strong to ignore, confirmed her worst suspicions. Even before she reached the scene of crime, she knew Dan Rutherford was a cadaver.... Shania, accustomed to blood and gore as an investigative journalist, covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief tied at the back of her head. While the policemen busied themselves with their masks, Shania gave her camera a quick check and together they entered the ghastly crime scene.

Mona swung around, her hair cascading in ripples, to see who her target for the night was. Michael had no girlfriends and preferred to spend Friday nights at the local club and was developing quite a reputation for one-night stands. Kylie knew he could not resist Mona and extorting information out of a heavy drinker would be a cakewalk for her.

The flammable liquid wasted no time in devouring the metal beast and the human flesh with its red jaws. Fire danced the dance of victory in all ferociousness while helpless spectators watched in horror and fascination. Within minutes police established their supremacy by sealing the crime scene and denying public access.

Sometimes love comes easily, and sometimes it's the most challenging decision a person ever makes. That reality doesn't make one way right and the other wrong, it just is. The love underlying marriage is more than an emotion, more than a set of facts adding up to a decision. It's the choice that this is the person I'm going to stay with for the rest of my life. It's something you have to make with your head and your heart . . . .