Mistery Novels & Stories

Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.

she teased, relishing in the suspense she was creating. Yvette's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Stop playing games, Mia. Just tell us what you're planning," she urged, her tone bordering on frustration. Mia took a step closer, her gaze locking onto each of them in turn. "You'll understand soon enough," she said cryptically. The room fell into an eerie silence as Mia's words hung heavily, each of them wondering what awaited them beyond this twisted ordeal. The anticipation mingled with fear as they awaited the arrival of this mysterious mastermind, unsure of what revelations or dangers lay ahead.

I will not rest until I have unraveled the mystery she carries with her, unmasking her true nature for all to see. My room is an average-sized space, dimly lit and adorned with dark paintings that hang on the walls. The atmosphere is filled with an air of mystery and intensity, reflecting my own inner turmoil. The lighting is minimal, casting subtle shadows that dance across the room, creating an ambiance of secrecy and brooding.

Damien asked, looking around the room. "Hmm," I thought as I looked up and noticed a chandelier in front of me. It was captivating and hypnotic to the eyes. "Yes," I replied, returning my gaze to Damien. "Say, what do Mafias do?" I inquired, widening his eyes. He appeared surprised by my unexpected question. "In a nutshell, mafias do unimaginable bad things that you don't need to know," he said, lowering his gaze. I raised an eyebrow and asked bluntly, "Why? Aren't I your woman?" Damien was taken aback by what I had said, and he laughed, placing his right hand on his mouth.

"Damn" My mind screams at me. I just said that I have a great memory. Every year, it’s the same date, it’s always the same thing. Unconsciously I get extremely sentimental, so I remember why in the course of the day. Pretending not to feel anything became my specialty, but on the anniversary of my parents' death, my subconscious likes to play tricks on me. That day was just today. "Are you getting sick?" Sabrina says as she looks if I have a fever. She and Laura are the only ones who know some things about my past.

He walked over to the telephone placed on the wall to answer the call. "Hello, Alpha Alexander," he heard a familiar, irritating voice say through the call in a mocking tone. "Who is on the line?" Alexander demanded. "The Mystery," the other person at the other end of the phone replied. "You want your mate and maid back? Come and meet me alone. I will give you an hint just because I'm that nice. I'm at the place where the weak will go with fear and the strong will go with ego. I give you three hours, Alexander, three hours, or else kiss goodbye to your mate."

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.

As they were walking towards the house, she noticed that the fog was covering the atmosphere. Is this my imagination or a coincidence that the fog came immediately after they stepped foot on the walkway? she asked herself. Zach opened the door and Aramina gasped in awe; the interior wasn’t the same mysterious look she got from the entrance... It has a modern interior; the walls were coated with white oil paint and the stairs were constructed as a floating stairs with a wooden handrail. The TV wall had a touch of wood as well and the ceiling had drops of artificial moon and stars hanging around.

"This is a heavy toxin. If he wasn't an Alpha, he’d be dead already." Ricardo turned to me. His eyes were no longer full of love. They were full of a terrifying, cold suspicion. The "Mirror of Malice" was back, and this time, the reflection was deadly. The doctor looked at the group, his eyes landing on me as the one who had served the plates. "Who prepared the food?"