Miss Mysterious Novels & Stories

“Don’t everyone stand up and clap at once.” Her real name was Missy Kroner. Mystique was what she went by for modeling. Fluent in French and English, she was amusing, sexy, and an undeniable hard worker. Zane had seen her intermittently over the last three years, though he took care not to date her too often. Mystique’s ambitions most definitely included becoming Mrs. to a high-profile wealthy man, someone who’d add luster to her mystique—if you’d pardon the pun—without overshining it. “Hello, Missy,” he said, getting up to kiss her soft cheek. Even in her stilt-

At this she unfolds both her arms and legs and turns to face me, her face more open. “Really, did you find anything?” Her face lights up as she asks. I can't help but smile at how beautiful she is when happy. I nod, and Aries comes and leans against the table beside us. “We think so, the only pack with a missing heir and the second name Silver is a pack called Mystic Creek, It's not as big as this one but a good pack” I say and watch a whole heap of emotions cross her face.

“This is authentic work from Mysterious—it even has his signature mark. I visited Mystic Hotel myself. Their piece has no signature.” Murmurs exploded. “Alissa’s design is real!” “Cindy’s the fake!” “I swear I got it from Mysterious!” Cindy yelled. “Unless… he cheated me!” “He doesn’t cheat,” Alissa snapped. “He’s a perfectionist.” “Oh yeah? How would you know? Are you him?!” Alissa smiled. “Yes. I am Mysterious.” The room fell into stunned silence. Then laughter echoed. “Stop joking, Colet,” someone said. “We’ve embarrassed Cindy enough.”

“I do. I saw your grave at the very corner of the Pantheon Tomb. Your grave was very different from the others. It was blank. It didn’t give out a single piece of information about you. And it was the smallest one. Everyone else’s grave had names, at the very least. Some even had their achievements carved in and were much bigger.” The maiden took a while to think to herself, but still, it was to no avail. In the end, she said, “I can’t remember anything at all, so it’s useless asking me now. It’s probably because my soul had been heavily injured in the past. If I can find my body again, I might be able to remember something.” The Mystic Maiden’s identity was rather mysterious in itself, afte

me : she is missing miya : WHAT me : yeah she is missing she kept a note in home and left everyone miya : why you're feeling suspicious me : the things I noticed made me to feel suspicious miya : what are they me : first thing there is not even a single clue about her she dont know anyone other than her friends so its impossible for her to hide everything perfectly second thing she can leave hand written note but she left a printed note third thing she was about to meet a accident before incident of missing but no one knows about it same day she gone missing fourth thing the whole day's CCTV footage is deleted perfectly I checked a nearby house's footage at the night 12am she left somewhere

_ _No, one of my guards, trust me she is safe, so please, let me do my work_ Before the young man could do anything, the IP address got vanished, as if it didn’t exist. He pulled a handful of his hair. Just then, he remembered a unique reply from the opponent, ‘Miss reached her home safely, don’t worry about her and thank you’ “Wait, ‘Miss’? so does that mean…” he opened his notepad and looked at the information of ‘Strange People’.

“That’s what have been thinking of the case, it could be a beast he created or something worse, that might end up killing every being in this city. And we need to stop it before it completely destroys us.” He was facing the wall, his hands crossed at his back. Staring at the hair at intervals. Could it be a sign or something. What or who was held in here? That he had to look into. And find out everything he had to know about Lucas and his missing assistant. Anika. The paranormal researcher could obviously be something else. And all that he has to find out.... “And one more thing, Detective.” Detective Sean turned to him, giving him his full attention.

if they are pack wolves they could report us to their Alpha and if they're rogues who knows what they'd so to us )) <> I can't help but roll my eyes at her audacity and vainess as if being a mystic is the same as being unbeatable. I stop at the check in desk and the gentleman greets me kindly and professionally. --> Good Morning Ms. welcome Emerald Views how may I be of assistance to you this afternoon?

She freezes, paralyzed with… fear? “We ran out of time for me to follow up,” I muse. “But I’d love some clarification on something, if you don’t mind.” Mistra’s eyes are wide with distrust, and I don’t think she’s even breathing. I level her with a stare. “Why doesn’t Sirius have a scent?” She blinks. “What?” I repeat myself. “Why doesn’t Sirius have a scent that can be tracked?” Mistra hesitates. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t had a reason to try and track him–”

He never thought that maybe she have a crush on him but felt some kind of crisis from that day forward that she may leave him alone someday, so he started to play any sort of sport to shape his body like those bodybuilder or those Hollywood action stars to keep up with her, that feeling of insecure of him and incertanlity transforms into obsession to make her his. In an abandoned junk yard, darkness is all what it can be seen, despite the moonlight that eliminate this meeting place that filled with the puluted air of metal scrups and that’s seeps with oil cars and veicles, two full worked cars stops frond of eash other, a dying man drowning in his blood with three holes, two in his guts and