Mistery Or Mystery Novels & Stories

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

" the officer asked. Milton's face darkened. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was afraid I'd burst out laughing. He glanced from me to the officer, looking completely lost. "Officer, m-my girlfriend misunderstood. This lingerie actually belongs to my cousin." The officer frowned immediately. "What's going on with you two? Do you think this is some kind of joke? What game are you playing?" Milton froze, panic seizing him. He shot me a look filled with resentment.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Mystery girl said as she entered her apartment, Daniel following close by and shutting the door after him. She had invited him over and being driven by paranoia, he accepted. He didn’t want any further run-ins with Luke on his way back to his hostel. He paused to look around her apartment.

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

" Well, won't you call him back? he sounded really worried over the phone" Now something was surely wrong with her brother, he must be high on something or must have hit his head somewhere, and lost his memory. Did he forget who Goodluck was and was transpired between them, this was indeed a new version of Maxwell. Something was surely wrong. Joy's voice brought them back from their thought. "This is a mystery" Mystery pregnancy! Are you sure you were not raped?

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.