Cy Barbados - adma - Wattpad

Story cover for Cy Barbados by admaThing

Cy Barbados

Leituras 140
Votos 37
Capítulos 8
Tempo 1h 24m

Leituras 140
Votos 37
Capítulos 8
Tempo 1h 24m

agathachristie crime criminal cyberpunk detective dystopian future investigation murder murdermystery mystery poirot sciencefiction whodunnit

The Hercules Poirot of the 22nd century is here! Follow the adventures of Cy Barbados, a private investigator, as he solves mysterious murders in the floating mansions of the rich, in the darkest corners of a futuristic city - even on trains going across the land forever changed by a nuclear war!

New chapters every Wednesday and Sunday!

--

Excerpt:

"I'm sorry for- for stealing you like this for- for a moment," Jenkins stuttered; he reached into his pocket and presented a small vial; "I found this among doctor Kostopoulos's cosmetics!" he announced.
Barbados took the vial from the butler's hand and studied it carefully. It was very simple, transparent with stains from dark oil; small, the size of a thumb, no more.
"Do you often go through your master's guest's personal belongings, Jenkins?" the detective asked.
The butler turned pale; pure whiteness was slowly becoming more and more his natural colour.
"I- I just wanted to help..."
"And you helped indeed!" Barbados laughed and patted the butler on his shoulder; "It could be an essential clue and evidence in this case!"
"Really?" asked the butler, somewhat unsure, but proud of himself.
No. Just a complication, the detective thought. 
"Of course!" he said. 
A lie, he thought. 
"I'm happy I could help, Mr Barbados."
"Naturally. You're a good man, Jenkins. Now leave me for a moment, please. I need to study this new evidence in peace..."Todos os Direitos Reservados

agathachristie crime criminal cyberpunk detective dystopian future investigation murder murdermystery mystery poirot sciencefiction whodunnit

Índice

8 capítulos

Inscreva-se para adicionar Cy Barbados à sua biblioteca e receber atualizações

ou

#108agathachristie

Diretrizes de Conteúdo

Talvez você também goste

Revolt of the Rockstar Clones, de Maybeurda_Sameasme

In the gloomy 2060's, a maverick tough guy lends his private eye to 'none other than' Joan Jett (a genetic-engineered reincarnation). Their aim: liberating the thousands of slaves of the rockstar cloning industry. As they struggle to remain under the radar while gathering a team of world-famous reborn rockers, troubles pile up mountain-high. Yet there always remains enough room for a smile, mostly thanks to the people caught up in the action, whom the reader might already know. If not, you really ought to familiarize with them! Will detective Woltt solve the cold case of his father, who was strangled with a guitar string? How the heck did the perpetrator remain unidentified, despite the thousands of eyewitnesses? What are they hiding in the basement labs of Revivify, Inc.? Will the makeshift brigade of legendary bastards succeed amidst all the hardships? Can they overthrow the powerful mammoth corporation? Will justice prevail? ...And will Oasis finally reunite?! CLARIFICATION: this story preceded (and perhaps predicted) Oasis' actual reunion ;) 51,000 words. Cyberpunk sci-fi; neo-noir crime; real people fiction (its ten chapters portray eleven public figures). I put a great deal of labor and love into this, both the original (written in 2021), and this English version (translated in 2024). Would appreciate any feedback, it always means a lot :) *The story's Hungarian version (my original work): https://www.wattpad.com/story/277295488 *SPOILER ALERT: The real persons appearing in the story can be discovered in the tags!

The Blood Order, de esthersteel_

"Are you coming to bed firefly?" He says to me laying his hands over my waist joining me in looking over the city. "I want to look out for a little longer if that is alright?" I mumble hoping that he heard me anyways, I wasn't ready to walk into that bedroom, and I don't think I ever would be. "Of course, I'll be getting ready for bed, come in whenever you are ready." He says confidently and walks away leaving my waist cold something for which I am grateful. Especially when my mind burns with other more dangerous thoughts. The warmth that forever lingers in the air, never burning the skin, but always reminding about what is around us. I force air into my lungs feeling the unexpected warmth fill me. He stands in the room watching me even though he said he was getting ready for bed. He is worried about me, about me jumping. I have contemplated it I will admit, but he would stop me before I fell even two feet. I was stuck, and no one could save me. Not even myself, my fucking weak self. His presence is demanding no matter where we are, but right now I could sense everything about him, and I try to suppress the unwanted feelings that curl right under my skin. "Firefly? About done?" He calls out and I release my hand from the guard rail not realizing that as I looked at the lights that covered the shining city with the falling fire in the background that my subconscious was thinking about how nice it would be... how relieving it would be... to just fall. True freedom. I take a step back and wrap my hands together turning around to a fully clothed unchanged man and nod once. I could see the fear in his eyes that I would, he knows if he gave me the chance... I wasn't ready for this, but I had to survive. No matter what. Highest Ranks: #17 In Romance #5 in Soulmates

The Poirot Kind - A Hercule Poirot Fanfiction, de BoroughFun

"Then, what kind of woman are you?" He said as she packed her things and finished her food. "The Poirot kind," She nodded towards him as a sign of goodbye and dusted off her dress. "Bonne journée," What if Hercule Poirot had a daughter? Meet Aceline Poirot, she's bored and unmarried so what better can she do than join her father in solving murder cases around the globe. Can they solve the latest case without dying? This is a rewrite of Murder on the Orient Express with a few changes, including adding Aceline. Hope you enjoy! Started : Monday the 14th of February 2022 Ended : Monday the 1st of August 2022

The Third Shadow, de bigimp

Sometimes the truth is just too terrible to ever be guessed... Readers' comments: 'Excellent story', 'gripping page-turner', 'marvellous read', 'great writing', 'simply remarkable', 'a fabulously emotional ride', 'wow', 'what a great book!', 'had me engaged right to the end' Wattys award-winning author (The Painted Altar, literary fiction 2020) When two British brothers are reported missing whilst on holiday in southern Italy, the local carabinieri turn to retired detective Jim Jacks for help. Still pained by a recent divorce, he has started a new life for himself as a small-scale wine producer. Along with commander Nuzzo, he will slowly unravel a mystery which is even darker than it had first seemed... Genre: murder mystery Length: 75,000 words (300 novel pages) Target audience: adult, fans of crime fiction, anyone who likes mysteries full of twists and which are populated by three-dimensional characters Extract: I stayed there at the holiday bungalow with Sarah and Olivia for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Would return again the following morning. An analyst would no doubt conclude that my actions weren't entirely selfless; that as a lonely old divorcee I found a nostalgic comfort in female company. And yes, this might have been part of it. But there was a very practical reason too for my more or less continued presence in the house. I just didn't want to leave them to themselves I suppose, was afraid of what might happen. Yes, the thing I remember most about that forty-eight hour period is the silence. There was something brooding to it. Something ominous, almost delicate, like if it cracked you feared it would explode. An edgy, precarious silence stretching on and on, minute after minute, hour after hour... About the author: I'm a 47-year-old English teacher who has lived in Italy for the last 15 years. I have two other novels on the site, The Painted Altar and Kill Who You Want

Rise of Ancients: The Sample, de Tac0FromHell

An ancient force, imprisoned for two millennium, has been unleashed. Now the world hangs in the balance as two hearts collide to save the ones they love. Can humanity rise above, or will it plummet into ruin? This is a sample of my completed book that is set to release late 2022. __________________________________________________________________________________ "We need to wait for the rest of the team to get here. Just because we opened up the lab doesn't mean we can start opening up the artifact." Jeremy chuckled and wrapped his arms around Melissa. "In a few hours, they'll get here, and we can do that. Until then, let's hold off." She gave him an annoyed look. "Fine. But the second they're here, we're cracking open this piñata." She leaned her head back to rest against his shoulder. Jeremy tilted her face and kissed her softly. They both smiled and looked back at the artifact before them. Enjoying the sensation of Melissa's fingers gently running along his arms, he studied the sarcophagus. This was an odd piece, but something different was bound to resurface eventually. Sifting over the etchings, he tried to make sense of the story upon the stone. The smile left his face. "Those shouldn't be there."

Maybe Us. (Vance Hopper x FEM! Reader), de heorri

You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

The Cultist's Retreat (The Erik Midgard Case Files Volume 4), de kdnorwich1

How do you solve a murder when you cannot reveal you are an undercover detective? The development of time travel undermined most traditional religions in the Solar System by proving there is no such thing as fate. But it left a void that had to be filled. Today, many people venerate science and evolution, but some worship time itself. In the rings of Saturn, one of the Solar System's greatest sporting events is approaching, providing the perfect cover for the secretive temporal cults to hold their annual inter-faith retreat. Members from every sect will meet to socialise, discuss their ideas and beliefs, and display their latest inventions, which can manipulate time in ways that should not be possible. Time-travelling police detective Erik Midgard is also attending in disguise, to gather intelligence on the cults for the Chronological Operations Agency. It is a risky and complicated assignment, made harder because the laws of time appear to be suddenly - and inexplicably - changing, which could have dire consequences for Erik himself. The last thing he needs is another murder to solve. Undercover in a small hotel, in a jurisdiction he is not meant to be in, with a killer among the guests who may be the most intelligent and cunning adversary he has ever faced, Erik must solve the case, and the mystery of his own origins, before it is too late. One way or another, Erik's time is almost up. The final volume of the Erik Midgard Case Files.

Ctrl Alt Del, de BrianMullin0

Earth, 35th Century. You can cheat death by downloading your consciousness into a Virtual Universe, with thousands of imaginary worlds to choose from, and countless 'lives' to be 'lived.' But someone of vital importance to the Virtuaverse has been murdered offline. It's up to Daniel Crow Feather, Missing Persons Specialist, to find the virtual Zack Murkerberg in 30 days, because he may hold not only the key to finding his still-at-large murderer - but to the Virtuaverse's survival and that of the 4 billion bodiless virtuals who inhabit it. And in 30 days, without the code to permanently release his consciousness, Murkerberg will be deleted. But things are not what they seem.

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 | ONC 2024, de MarCafeWrites

ONC Ambassador's Pick & Shortlister! Rumors. Infidelity. Lies. Secrets. MURDER. And all before lunch time. Who knew being a socialite in 1951 could be so thrilling? ~~~ On a lovely June afternoon, as the oh-so-chic members of the Gilded Grove Ladies' Book Club gather for their scheduled luncheon, they are shocked to receive the news that their vice president, Camilla Otis, is unable to attend. Gossip ensues. What catastrophe could possibly have befallen her to warrant a last minute cancellation? The answer comes by way of two clever, dashing police officers. It seems Camilla Otis has had quite a busy morning, and that the truth behind her absence is far more scandalous than the Book Club ladies could ever have imagined. As the police dig deeper into the events surrounding Mrs. Otis' shocking crime, buried secrets about the other Book Club members begin to surface. None of the women in question are the fine, upstanding ladies of society that the public believes them to be. Each has tarnish on her so-called "sterling reputation." And no one has more to hide than club president Marcella Montgomery. Written for ONC 2024, this is a tongue-in-cheek "whodunit" (in reverse) that will leave you wondering just what a scorned woman *wouldn't* do for sweet, sweet revenge. ⚠️ Warning: many very nonchalant references to murder and death. Very ignorant (era-realistic), inaccurate comments about nationalities/cultures outside the US.

The Lycan's Origin Series: The 1st Lycan Alpha, de SecretBookworm14

KNOWN PREVIOUSLY AS HE RAPED ME...BECAUSE OF MATE PREVIEW: It's all but silent when it's over. I'm left alone in the woods. I don't have the strength to get up. So I curl into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest, sobbing, and yowling as I've never done before. Red hot blood seeps from between my thighs unto the leaves beneath me, taking my virtue along with it. A fowl reminder of the atrocious act just done to my once untouched body. In the very far distance, I hear a wolf howl into the night, the sound is haunting, sounding in as much agony as I am in. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* Rape, Blood, Secrets, a Cult, Rituals, Sacrifice, Betrayal, Death, and a Tragic Love Triangle is the recipe for a new species yet to be discovered. Will one girl be able to handle all thrown her way? Or will she let the darkness consume her into the monster she is foretold to become? *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* WARNING: This book is Rated R for a reason, there are explicit sexual scenes, mature themes, and provocative language. There are also some difficult subjects I tackle in my book, so if you are not comfortable with these sorts of topics, I suggest you go no further than here. For all my past readers, welcome back!! To the new and improved version! Boy, do I have a rollercoaster of a journey for you to tag along on. Some names have been changed and the plot thickened, so get ready.

Talvez você também goste

Slide 1 of 10

Revolt of the Rockstar Clones cover

The Blood Order cover

The Poirot Kind - A Hercule Poirot Fanfiction cover

The Third Shadow cover

Rise of Ancients: The Sample cover

Maybe Us. (Vance Hopper x FEM! Reader) cover

The Cultist's Retreat (The Erik Midgard Case Files Volume 4) cover

Ctrl Alt Del cover

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙾𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 | ONC 2024 cover

The Lycan's Origin Series: The 1st Lycan Alpha cover

Revolt of the Rockstar Clones

In the gloomy 2060's, a maverick tough guy lends his private eye to 'none other than' Joan Jett (a genetic-engineered reincarnation). Their aim: liberating the thousands of slaves of the rockstar cloning industry. As they struggle to remain under the radar while gathering a team of world-famous reborn rockers, troubles pile up mountain-high. Yet there always remains enough room for a smile, mostly thanks to the people caught up in the action, whom the reader might already know. If not, you really ought to familiarize with them! Will detective Woltt solve the cold case of his father, who was strangled with a guitar string? How the heck did the perpetrator remain unidentified, despite the thousands of eyewitnesses? What are they hiding in the basement labs of Revivify, Inc.? Will the makeshift brigade of legendary bastards succeed amidst all the hardships? Can they overthrow the powerful mammoth corporation? Will justice prevail? ...And will Oasis finally reunite?! CLARIFICATION: this story preceded (and perhaps predicted) Oasis' actual reunion ;) 51,000 words. Cyberpunk sci-fi; neo-noir crime; real people fiction (its ten chapters portray eleven public figures). I put a great deal of labor and love into this, both the original (written in 2021), and this English version (translated in 2024). Would appreciate any feedback, it always means a lot :) The story's Hungarian version (my original work): https://www.wattpad.com/story/277295488 SPOILER ALERT: The real persons appearing in the story can be discovered in the tags!