Mistério Novels & Stories

Just when I had hoped she wouldn't know about him, it turned out that she didn't just know about him but also knew a little about who he was. "But he's not even an alpha; he's a vampi." She began to say again, but I didn't wait for her to finish speaking when I began to pray within me, 'Aargh! Please save me, moon goddess,' Deep within me, I was praying for the conversation to end, else I might expose myself. Thinking about Lenhandro alone was already stirring up hatred within me, and if I should speak with the same anger coursing within me, I knew I might end up exposing myself.

He answered. “You think we will find something about it if we research it?” I asked again. Making sure and getting excited. He didn’t answer but he nodded because he was busy looking around again and he suddenly stood up and went somewhere leaving me alone sitting at the bench while the wind was blowing my hair and kissing my face but it doesn’t matter fixing my hair. The wind will blow it again anyway. I am thinking about our subject and how to start. I really want to solve the girl’s case and I will name it. “Mysterious girl” because I feel like there’s something in it that I really need to know. I don’t know but I feel like I am connected to it.

He was already headed to the prison cells. I met him there and he smiled at me, "Good night?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows, "But seriously.....fuck up again and I will be pissed." he stated stone-faced. "I won't. I am seriously making up for lost time. Now to find out what these asshats want with our girl." I said and we walked down the stairs. I could smell the rogues before I saw them. Rogues had a certain smell to them and they smelled like the earth and mushrooms. I need to ask the Goddess when I die why mushrooms...out of everything why mushrooms?!?!

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

he pushes his hair back against the water streaming down from above him. Doing just as he's told me to do, I see exactly what Rebecca told me when she said he was gorgeous. He's strong, lean, inked, and fucking beautiful. I've never seen him without a shirt on before, so I'm seeing the chest piece he sports, and it is magnificent. I've never really been the type to get into men because they have tattoos, but on Trick, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Artwork covers his entire chest, sleeves cover his arms, but it's the chest piece I keep coming back to. A skull on top of a lion. It accentuates the strength of his core, the strength of the man standing in front of me. My gaze slides dow

After hearing her words, Rebecca pounded the table excitedly and drew a conclusion, “Estelle, we guessed right! Mr. Mysterious is Cristofer's twin brother, and they look exactly the same! It must be like this! There’s no other possibility!” Somehow, Estelle still felt that something was wrong. “Rebecca, could it be that Mr. Mysterious is...” “I know what you are thinking about. You are afraid that Mr. Mysterious is Cristofer, right?” “Yes.” “That’s impossible,” Rebecca said. “I’ve got more information from Justin these days. Although it may not be useful, it can indirectly prove that Mr. Mysterious is not Cristofer. Justin said that Cristofer never wears perfume and couldn’t stand the smell

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On my walk back to the apartment, I read through the paper. It had a list of ingredients, a drawing of a pentagram with mathematical looking symbols in it, and, as would be proper for any insane black magic spell, a chant to go along with it. However, to my surprise, it was in English. The first task was to find a nexus point. Scratch that. The first task was to figure out what the hell a nexus point was.