Miss Mysterious Novels & Stories

“Make my people disappear? After all these years, have I lost my touch, or has the industry grown so unfamiliar that I don’t recognize it anymore?” Reina turned in fear and cast a furious glance at the woman who had followed her in. She had asked the woman to close the door earlier, and now the woman was looking guilty, having indeed shut the door after entering. Emma and Penny were inside the room, and without a room card, no one could enter. Unless the newcomer had a key card. The woman, Edwina Cohen, looked at the newcomer with a strange expression. Edwina’s entire body stiffened, and the color drained from her face.

After waiting a hour before her profile had been retrieved he read keenly: Name: Elizabeth-Reign Lily Davis Age: 23 ¾ Date of Birth: December 19, 1992 Graduate: Leslie High School and Leslie Community College (dropped out) Mother and father: Linette Davis and Crawford Davis Sister: Cecile Davis Mother to: Amber Davis Occupation: Local Newspaper Writer Other: No bad road record except 4 speeding tickets. And something else that was very confidential it has CONFIDENTIALITY written in bold and highlighted in red. William ignored the parts that had to do with the colour of her eyes, hair and how tall she was. He was tempted to click on her confidential information but it’s of no use to him. He j

Instead of Damien, there was a good-looking woman wearing expansive clothes and jewelry, with a black handbag standing in front of her doorstep. "Excuse me Ma, if you are looking for Damien. He's not here" Mystique kindly said as she had observed that She did not seem like someone who had lost her way, knocking on the wrong door as she kept staring at her intensively from head to toe, before shaking her head with disapproval.

but the truth is Mystic fall is a town that harboured all kinds of mythical creatures, the kinds of Werewolves, Witches, The wailing fairies, seers including humans Each kind having their territory except for the dark witches who chose to stay hidden, only few of the humans living in the town are aware of their existence but kept sealed lips so as to not draw danger to their home and community.

Aila Coraline "For goodness’ sake, hit the target, Coraline!" Anastasia shouted in frustration after I missed the target for the fifth time. I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to the strange dream I had last night. It felt too real, like I had truly died and been brought back to life, resurrected somehow. It left me unsettled. "Sorry, okay? I just don’t feel well," I mumbled in defense. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Excuses! The competition is in a week, and you’re still shooting like a decaying archer!"

Taylah Russell, a real daughter of the Edwards family yet mistreated by her own blood and flesh, had an one-night stand with Arjan Davier, he happened to her stepsister’s fiancé. Humiliated by the scandal, her own fiancé ended their engagement. Determined to escape from the hell, she left her house, sheltered under her so called enemy's house. Taylah then discovered she was pregnant with her brother-in-law’s child. On her wedding night, she lost the baby. Arjan, realizing she was pregnant, took action, but the situation worsened when his ex-fiancée, Dia, got involved. Heart broken, betrayed by everyone around her, Taylah decided to revenge for her child who lost the chance to see the

“The ones you pretend not to see. The ones the professors don’t dare fail. The ones who own this place without ever saying a word.” Missy followed, her legs suddenly heavier. “They’re mafia, aren’t they?” she asked quietly. Sienna didn’t answer right away. Then, just as they turned the corner, she said, “No. They're worse.”

“Yes.” “And she landed a high-level internship at New York Times straight out of school.” Miles nodded. “Which doesn’t happen..Not without connections.” “Who were they?” “That’s the thing,” he said. “We can’t find any trace of contact with anyone suspicious.” I looked back down at the page. Mandy Moore. Twenty-six. Sharp eyes in every photo. The kind of face that noticed exits before décor. “What else?” I asked. “She specialized in… patterns,” Miles said carefully. “Corporate scandals…..Missing persons…..Unsolved fires and mysterious murders”

"That’s impossible. My parents were nobody." "Your parents were murdered to keep this a secret," I said. "And now, the secret is out. Draven suspects it, and the Council will know soon." I grabbed my gear. We had to move fast. But as we stepped out of the cabin, a strange, silver mist began to roll in from the trees. It wasn't natural. It smelled like incense and old blood. A figure emerged from the mist, an old woman in white robes. A high priestess of the Moon.