Mistery 소설 & 이야기

}} [[ yes your highness ]] {{ good now let’s get to work }} Marco get’s to his vantage point and sets up his gun then nods at me to get ready, he takes aim then begins shooting all the while the others simultaneously drop the smoke bombs ensuring it’s a good distance away from Lily, I take off running towards her as bodies fall all around me from our mercury bullets, most people don’t know that mercury is even more lethal than a wooden stake to us. I skid to a stop when I get to her and Ren has her with a knife at her throat looking terrified but sinister at the same time.

*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.

I quicken my step. My shoes squeak on the grimy tile floor as I make the turn at the head of the stairs. Dim sunlight filters in through a skylight dome the color of sour milk but doesn’t quite reach the end of the corridor where my office sits—the last of four. The fluorescent tubes are dead at my end of the hall. I slot my key into the doorknob by the scant illumination spilling through the frosted glass window in the door, stenciled with gold letters: INSIGHT DETECTIVE AGENCY—MILES LANDRY, PI.

Her name was written beneath it. Maeve Cartel. Missing. Her hair, red brown. He stare at the hair in his hands. Red brown. He ran out of the office. He’d to get results if what he suspects is true. He was right at the forensic office, giving them the hair. “We have done it before, detective, why are you still bringing it here. It doesn’t match.” “This is different. I want to confirm something.” “Okay.” He gave the teddy bear to him, he took it.

Misty, the weird brainy goddess of HCA and also a known beauty of her current school Edogawa High, had thought of this first instead of wondering if the shadow that appeared before her was a ghost or not. She worried more if there would be news of crime here reported tomorrow, if that shadow was that of a thief, or a kidnapper, or a rapist. If her conjecture was correct... oh no! Due to her odd sense of righteousness and cautiousness acting up, she seriously started to weigh out whether to check out what she saw or not.

He looked up with that easy grin, holding out a muffin like a peace offering. “You look like hell,” he said. “Didn’t sleep much,” I muttered, taking it anyway. He watched me for a second too long, worry creasing his brow. I wanted to tell him. About the whispers in the dark. About Damien’s hand on my jaw. About how his voice lingered in my head, calling me mine. But the words stuck in my throat. And then, as if summoned by my silence, the air shifted. The lecture hall fell quiet, a ripple of tension spreading through the rows. I didn’t need to look up. I knew.

We didn't say a word to each other. My actions weren't justified even if David clearly enjoyed the f**k. Every bit of me was occupied with guilt as I took the empty glasses to the kitchen. At least I still had some manners left. I washed them and safely tucked them in their designated racks. As I turned to leave, I found the empty sachet of the acclaimed orange flavor lying on the ground. As I picked up the satchet for a closer look, my heart skipped a beat. The name scribbled on it made my breath catch in my throat. Time seemed to freeze, and the room around me faded away, leaving only a suffocating sense of dread.

"Hear me out. The mechanic said the break was clean. The text that sent you up the hill before dawn. The forgery, which could only have been made by someone who'd been in your study and knew Dubois's seal. All of it arrives in the same six weeks. You can't call that bad luck." "I can." His voice was quiet, which was worse than loud. "Because the alternative is that a man whom Camille loves, the man who is raising her through whatever she's become, is attempting to murder me. And I have no proof of that. I have a mechanic who said he couldn't swear to anything, and a gendarme who thinks I'm a lucky fool." "You have me." "I have your opinion." He turned. "Which is, if I may say so, not unbiase

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in the tense silence that enveloped them. Fester, a master of secrecy, met Levi's gaze with a smug smile playing on his lips. His eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, revealing a mind brimming with cunning schemes. "You'll know soon enough," he replied, his voice low and laced with a tantalizing hint of mystery. It sent shivers down Levi's spine, a cocktail of excitement and apprehension coursing through his veins.

This year, he had to put on a show to convince his grandfather that he had indeed gotten married. Landon drove home, opened the door, and turned on the lights. The brightly lit interior made him freeze for a moment. He carefully looked around, wondering whether he had entered the wrong place. He had unlocked the door with his fingerprint, so there should not be any possibility of entering the wrong apartment. However, everything in front of him seemed unfamiliar.