My Mysterious Life Novels & Stories

Craig's POV Everyone seemed to understand that whatever I had to say was important. The expressions on their faces changed, and they focused all their attention on me. Good. It was exactly what I wanted. I unlocked my watch and placed it on the table. “I discovered something unimaginable at the Moon Blood Pack.” Greg scooted closer to his chair. “Was it when you disappeared from the hall?” I nodded. “Thankfully, my foolish cousin was drunk enough to slip. I was able to obtain unquestionable evidence.”

She took out his box and said, “I found these sticky notes in your box. These are my sticky notes for the mystery person who always gave me porridge.” He widened his eyes in shock and speechless. She continued, “I just realised that you have the same handwriting as the mystery person.” She took a deep breath and coldly asked, “Who are you?” He swallowed hard and replied, “Fiya, I can explain.” “Explain to me. Right now. Right here. Who are you?” she said, glaring at him. He let out a breath and said, “I admit that I was the mystery person you talked about. I'm Mr M, the one who always gave you porridge every weekend.”

Her cheerful voice echoed through her bedroom, which was filled with content creation equipment. Miki was half-Thai, half-Japanese. Growing up with a photographer father and a mystery novelist mother, she had been fascinated by mysterious stories and visual storytelling since childhood. The mysterious invitation she received was a "golden opportunity" to create viral content. "This aquarium has so many rumors about a mysterious accident, everyone!" she told the camera with sparkling eyes. "This video is going to go viral, I just know it!" She was ready to face her fears for views and followers.

Mysterious said and Ramon gasped. " Fine but who are you walking for? " Ramon asked confusily and mysterious smirked. " I don't work for anyone, I am a loner and I am always curious to know what is in that scroll for ten good years, Thanks for giving me the real one and besides you can have the replica of the scroll " Mysterious said holding the scroll, Ramon had given him the scroll and he left and Ramon sighed deeply while staring at the replica.

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

No matter how much damage they take, no matter if you stab them through the heart or the brain, if the head stays on, they keep moving. I smiled as I set the book aside. Thanks to Mr. Mysterious, I knew that couldn’t be true. That wasn’t the underworld—it was another world, just like ours. Mr. Mysterious was alive, flesh and blood. He breathed, his heart beat, and he was warm—completely different from any creature that’s ever crossed the border.

"It's none of your business, Nyla." Uncle Matthew moved to pick up my empty plate. Uncle Matthew's distinctive perfume wafted back to me. My heart was doing something strange again. It was beating fast with us being so close. I snorted in annoyance as I turned my face in the opposite direction of Uncle Matthew. "I'm just curious, right? Who knows, someday I could be like Uncle Matthew, who is rich and can relax at home." I looked back at him with a slightly controlled heartbeat. Uncle Matthew seemed to exhale, then glanced at me with that cold look. "It's a secret. Like you said, stay out of my business."

Joe said. "What? That's ridiculous, you're never afraid. It's the quality I admire the most about you," Kurt said. "But I am now. All our lives, we've had to deal with Sister Agnes and the nuns at the orphanage, rude store owners and stupid security guards. We could handle that but this, assassins with magical abilities, a destiny written in the stars, prophecy? I don't think I'm up for that," Joe said. "He's right," Lydia cut in, "I also wanted to know where I really came from but this was not what I was expecting. I can't do it either. It's too much all at once," She said.

She looked at me with a smile. Throughout the shopping, my mind was dominated by what I saw earlier. I had some doubts and most importantly confused. One question was still on my mind which is " Those it mean he is the mysterious Fred's father or is he related to any of the fathers." After shopping which latest for two hours, my foot was sore. Immediately I entered my room. I collapsed on the bed leaving the shopping bags on the floor. Throughout the dinner, I was so preoccupied that any discussion was not for me.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys