Misterius Bahasa Inggris Novels & Stories

Fortunately. When I entered the kitchen, Mr. Kim was by the stove, humming to himself in a deep, melodic tone. The back of his shirt clung slightly to his frame and I immediately looked away. Stop looking. Stop thinking. Just say good morning and run. "Morning," I mumbled. He turned, flashing a warm smile that hit me like sunlight. "Good morning, Iris. Hope you slept well?" I nodded. "Yeah. Surprisingly well..... despite the pink."

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

Mysterious said as he hugged her tightly but kept a certain distance from Estelle’s chest for fear of touching the incision on her chest. Then he rested his chin on her shoulder, gently laid a kiss on her neck, and asked, “Are you unhappy because I’m late today?” He usually came to see her at midnight, but he was half an hour late this day. “Mr...” Before Estelle could utter a word, she felt Mr. Mysterious’ grip on her shoulder tightened. Feeling helpless, she sighed and said, “Can I still call you Sir?” “Sure,” Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said. “I like it when you call me Sir. Whenever you address me this way, I feel very happy.”

Oh that's Isabelle, she's wearing a gold long backless gown. "So you're back, is it for good?" Is she talking to me? I mean there was no one else in the powder room but just the two of us. My lips parted when she spoke. She's talking to me casually but it's okay. "Maybe, it's a yes." I gave her a short answer. "So you are not sure. Come on Mikaya, let's be honest here. Maybe you're still waiting for someone to come back to you? As if he has plans to come back to you."

“That just means you care. Or maybe you’re on the brink of something powerful. Either way, it’s pretty exciting.” Before I could respond, Mira was swept away into yet another conversation, leaving me with a rare moment of freedom. I carried my coffee toward the far end of the lounge, attempting to stay under the radar, when suddenly a shadow fell over my sketch board. “Miss Jane.” The voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned to face Mr. Lawrence, the executive director of luxury partnerships. Short, heavyset, and balding with a shine that reflected the light like polished stone. His smile felt unnervingly familiar.

DISBELIEF. Inability to accept that something is true or real. Opening his eyes, Dylan couldn’t believe he was back to being admitted to the hospital for an incident he could have avoided. He feels a sharp pain come from his lower abdomen and curses under his breath as he could have avoided the knife if not for missing a step.

I hadn’t even read through the work he had given us the day before. Mr. Jones looked at me like he always did and placed the test on my desk and carried on handing out the tests. I was convinced that Kiran had gone to his house and did a forgetting spell on him. It’s the only thing that made sense to me. I looked at the quiz in front of me and then Saga spoke to me in my head. “A, d, c, e , a, a, b, c, c, d, a, b, e, e…” She gave me all the answers and I loved her for helping me. Saga and I put our pens down at the same time and Mr. Jones looked at us.

Even the workers were barely containing their curiosity. By the time I returned to the counter after delivering cocktails to a group of overly friendly socialites, I let out a long breath and leaned my palm against the polished surface. “The crowd is insane,” I muttered. Fayn, who was arranging glasses nearby, laughed. “Of course. The entire city is here for the mystery man.” I rubbed my temple. “What is Sir Gab’s surname again?” Fayn looked up. “Ja—” His answer was cut off by the sharp screech of microphone feedback.

*too long* he replied and I nodded in agreement. *Mysterio* I texted and it sounded so right, I think it's a Spanish word for mystery. *Ahhh, I'm now your mystery guy, kinky* he replied and I laughed. *Well, it suits you* I replied then looked at the time it's almost 4 am. I have to try sleep so I can wake on time tomorrow, besides my airtime is running low. *I wonder why you want to save my number when in reality we might not chat again* he texted and it saddens me but it is true, I don't see what we would talk about in the future.

He slowly turned to see who it was, but when he did that, the fire, as well as the candles, flickered hard and went out, as he felt the presence dissipate and move to be behind him again. "Who is there? Show yourself, I'm not f*cking playing with you!" Mister shouted into the icy darkness, but it was to no avail, because there was no answer. Mister got angry at whomever or whatever was playing games with him, so he turned around again as quickly as possible and threw a futile punch into the dark. Once again he felt the presence move, but he still could not see it.