Novel & Cerita Miss Mysterious

I retrieved the files from his hands gracefully, though I was dreading taking the time out to do so. He smiled at me almost apologetically, "I would be lost without you Callie! Really, you're a life saver. Please see that they go directly to Mr. Monroe himself, nobody else. Not a receptionist, nobody else." Mitchell repeated his instructions every time he caught my attention up until my lunch hour, which would now consist of a bagel and coffee from the local coffee shop.

Braylon Rhys is a young master of the Rhys family who is studying forensic Criminology. Eryx Silvester the young master of the Silvester family, studying the Same course with Rhys become best friends. Braylon left the country for his further studies before Eryx knows anything about Braylon's feelings. After 3 years, Braylon comes back to the country with his family as a professional in Forensic Criminology having one case in his hand. The two friends who had no connection in those 3 years, When Braylon saw Eryx as ahead of his criminology team, his heart flutters. the feelings he hides for more than 6 years now killing him. After becoming the leader of the team which had Braylon'

Clarabelle said, staring at the book. “Mysterious is definitely the right word. I have to find the missing page and know what he wrote on it; maybe there's something on it that can help me break this thing keeping Steven from going outside the mansion without switching personalities,” I said as I closed the book. “Wait, your last dream was of Howard Mortimer giving a Teragon who was going to be the father of the first watcher, a secret no one was supposed to know about,” Marie said. "Yes," I replied, turning to her.

"She's exaggerating! Okay, Missy, you just met Tristan. Don't reveal too much." Tristan eats with us, and he and Missy are getting along swell. Of course, he pays for everything. Once she learns he's Tristan Black of The Black Corporation, she becomes a helpless fanatic. She claims she needs to use the restroom, but I know she's only leaving to boast about him to my mother. Missy leaves, and I ask, "How did you find me?" "I googled your parents." "And it led you to this restaurant?" "I'm rich, Jade."

The truth I’m not even sure she knows. Oliver snatches the photo out of my hand, “So where is she?” he asks oblivious to my racing thoughts. “Mysteria Manor.” There’s a silence between us as we both rack our minds for anything we’ve heard, heard in passing about a place called Mysteria. Nothing. We’re still at square one, but now we’re even more desperate. We need to find her to stop an earth shattering family reunion from happening.

The memory of that night in Hawaii—the taste of her, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked at me not with sycophantic awe, but with a fiery, defiant challenge—it’s branded into me. It has never happened before. No woman has ever lingered like this, a ghost in my boardrooms and a phantom in my penthouse. “Sir, I think you should watch this.” My secretary’s voice cut through the turmoil. His tone was carefully neutral, but I caught the underlying tension. He handed me a tablet. On the screen, a headline blazed in bold, black type, accompanied by a crystal-clear photo of Emily and me during one of our dates. “FROM ONE BILLIONAIRE TO ANOTHER: THE MYSTERIOUS MS. CARTER, THE ONLY ONE WHO CONQ

The people's prying ears widen at what they hear hence, they circle and scan the strange woman they have been disregarding. "Uh-oh, you may have forgotten we're in the market and not in the mountain, Miguel," Missy irks at her cousin. The sudden attention discomforts Amira. She stretches her cardigan to her wrist and her nightdress to her ankle in an attempt to hide the last remnants of scales in her body.

Aside from what happened between Marrize and me, there’s nothing significant that happened here in school. Earlier, when the class was done, she went out without looking at me. I don’t know if I should be bothered by it or not because we’ve only met again. I don’t even know if she was really my childhood best friend because I’m starting to doubt my diary if it’s saying the truth or if it was there because I'd only imagined things. Because of the turns of events in my life, I totally forgot about my sideline job in the shop of Ms. Polish. I don't know if what I was thinking was a good thing. I mean, she didn't contact me these past few days, so I'm thinking that she let me off the hook. And a

Trustworthy and understanding. "Okay, I will be downstairs in few minutes." I said and he took that and left not without patting me on the shoulders and taking a look at his 'ugly' self in my mirror, winking at himself and struck a pose. I snorted and fell back on the bed, reminiscing what the Moon goddess said. She was mistakenly bonded to me? How is that even possible? Time to take a shower I guess. * * * I cast a last look at myself and exhaled before exiting my room. I was dressed in just casual clothes since I was just going to be hanging around the pack.