Misteri Thinking Out Loud Novels & Stories

He was dressed down today—jeans and a soft navy sweater—looking every bit like a normal citizen enjoying the park. “Do you just haunt galleries and parks, or do you have an office?” I asked, trying to keep my heart from racing. “I live nearby,” he lied—or maybe he didn’t. With Julian, everything felt like a half-truth. “And I couldn’t help but notice you’re using the old Vermon style. Your grandfather used to say that ‘the secret to light is knowing where the dark is hiding.’ You’ve captured that perfectly.” I froze, my charcoal pencil hovering over the page. “My grandfather never published his techniques. How do you know that quote?”

,I murmured to myself grinning from ear to ear,I love this girl so much. Gosh,it's already 10:15pm,I had gotten so engrossed in the files I was going through that I had forgotten that Linda didn't bring her car to work today. I called my secretary to ask about Linda and she told me that it seems she's still sleeping and I gasped. Linda is supposed to go home at 8:00pm and it's already 10:15pm , my secretary and my personal assistant are the only ones allowed to stay at work with me till 10:30pm and that is if I have lots to do that I could not go home early.

In just an instant, Mister Cold had already arrived at the side of the table. "It took you three hours to make three sandwiches?" he sighed in disbelief. "I told you, I was thinking too long," Amber said in a high tone and stiff expression. It was obvious that she was hiding something. Realizing that, the man started to check the surroundings. "What is it?" Mr. Cold pointed at the pot still steaming on the stove. Amber's heart automatically jumped. “That … is potato-tomato soup.” The woman realized that it was better to tell the truth.

“Please Alpha,” “If anything goes out of line, I can’t assure you that I won’t act.” He replied calmly and I nodded. Hopefully, nothing went out of line. I exhaled deeply as I pushed the wooden door open only to be welcomed with the familiar scent of booze. One would think this place was a beer parlor but in fact, this was a gathering place for all species. It was a shop for all kinds of artifacts, weapons, grimoires, potions and of course, ingredients. Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes.

Loki warned with a grin. Loki wasn’t trying to guilt Asher but didn’t want him to bring bad karma upon himself, especially with a daughter on the way. “Loki, don’t be so negative! Our friend Asher is just having some fun. But yeah, Loki’s right, dude,” Lucius added with a smirk. "Are you just lecturing me? That’s exactly why I came to you guys to at least shake off my bad mood," Asher said irritably. While they were deep in conversation, Asher didn’t notice Cassia approaching them. Loki quickly signaled Asher to change the topic.

~Sara~ “Hm?” I mutter, staring at my screen as I wait for "Mr. Mystery Commentator" to crawl out of whatever dark cave he typed that nonsense from and reply. I already handed him a premium, deluxe, no-refund piece of my mind, served hot. If that doesn’t scare him into retiring from public stupidity, nothing will. Minutes pass. Nothing happens. I scoff and scroll through the rest of the comments. “Witch.” “She must have cast a spell on Jeremy.”

Dorothy scrolled through the messages on her phone, her coffee growing cold beside her untouched breakfast. "This is insane," she murmured, watching the requests pile up faster than she could read them. Lila slid into the seat beside her, eyes wide with barely contained excitement. "Have you seen the chat? Everyone's obsessed with this mystery artist." "I noticed." Dorothy kept her expression carefully neutral, hiding her phone screen from view. Across the dining hall, Magnus caught her eye, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he quickly looked away. "Personally, I think it's one of the older wolves," Cole announced loudly from Ethan's table. "Someone who's been hiding t

Mister got a huge smile on his face and he laughed to himself as a plan began to form in the back of his brain. He suddenly snapped back from his thoughts and hurried back to his great grandmother's room, and that lose spot in the floor. He needed to try to open the lock and retrieve the book that was still in the trap and locked underneath it. He was sure that it held the information on the Old Crone that he desperately needed. He was beginning to feel a little bit excited and ready for adventure. That was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a while. He had almost forgotten just how addictive that it could be.

He walked to the room he’s occupying nowadays & I stared at his back as he went inside. I sighed and decided to distract myself by checking further emails I had received the whole day. Tomorrow is the weekend so I planned to work till midnight and sleep the whole day to wear off my exhaustion. I stood up from my seat when my coffee finished, went to the sink to wash the utensil then I realized that it’s been more than 20 minutes since he went to his room & I didn’t hear any noise. I prepared chicken-fried steak which is his favorite among other American dishes.

-Hurry up, I'll come later. -Okay, I'll see you there. -I want to talk to you. -Misti, about what happened...Misti, about what happened... -¿Did you have to follow me? -I couldn't help it, it was so mysterious and I thought you'd do something interesting. -You're so weird. -Please excuse me, don't kill me. -I'm not stupid enough to kill you, it would draw attention. -I promise I won't say anything, I'll keep your secret.