My Mysterious Life Novels & Stories

She'd cleaned out his bank accounts and vanished without a trace. He wanted to call the police, but then he discovered that every piece of information she'd given him was fake. She was a professional con artist. She'd pulled the same trick on countless men, torn apart countless families. Even the police couldn't find her. She'd sold his house too, pocketed the money, and run. After that, my uncle ended up on the streets, drowning in regret, wishing he'd never driven Aunt Maggie away. Years later, I'd graduated and was working overseas. On a flight, I saw Aunt Maggie again.

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.

"Why did none of the medical tests ever reveal its existence?" "Perhaps you're unfamiliar with the parasitic poisons from the Mogerra territory. These parasites are cultivated from young and fed fresh blood daily. Once it enters a person's body, it will hide itself within the blood vessels and become exceedingly difficult to locate," Cassian explained. "Moreover, the parasitic poisons of the Mogerra territory are extremely mysterious. There are ways to ensure the parasite can't be detected through modern medical equipment." Hearing this, the three other doctors looked horrified.

My Mysterious Husband The church was stunning—of course it was. Chandeliers dripped crystal from high vaulted ceilings. Golden candlelight danced across the ivory columns, and white petals lined the aisle in painstaking spirals. Aria stood at the altar in her champagne-colored gown, her heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with love. “This is ridiculous,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Is this a prank?” “No, ma’am,” the priest said solemnly, not even blinking. “Mr. Vale has approved all arrangements. Including the proxy.”

And she discontinued her course at Chicago. She even applied for the restaurants and cafeteria but she couldn’t get any. Finally, she started to work at a small finance company. She doesn’t have any regrets about her past. At first when she thinks about Min Kyu she would start to cry but now if anyone mentions his name she doesn’t feel anything or start to cry. She started to feel like she didn’t know anyone by that name. She even forgot him as a good friend. She started to live a new life like she was reborn….

Bonnie smiled without turning to face her. "Just as you can't predict or see your death but could see others. That is how I am not permitted to know about my past life. You know, I always have Deja vu. Almost everything in Mystic Hollow looks familiar to me. Like the Waterfall. Peter's house, the Diner he took me to, and your school" she sighed and turned to face them now. "Well, as the saying goes. Without tragedy, you can't have comedy" she shrugged as Alex's phone buzzed.

It was difficult to ignore it, the closer I reached my eighteenth birthday, the stronger the invisible force began to grow. Again, Life has a way of throwing curve balls, I never expected things to happen how it did. So many hidden secrets about myself would be revealed, and the harsh reality that life is never what a person seems. All the lies that were staring at me in the face. I now realize that the one person who I lived with was the biggest monster of all! My name is Molly, this is my story.

Mystique stated in a deadpanned tone. "Very well Mystique Caroline Miller put on your seatbelt..." He started. "It all happened many years ago, long before any of us were even born. Raylan and Phoebe Miller with my parents used to be the best of friends, they were so close to the point not even a bird could fly through them. But Ren and Madam Appa already had everything planned out, the Millers were being played and they didn't even realize it. I was three when everything went down the hill. The Millers came to realize the friendship they shared with the Martinez's was nothing but a game and they were the prey. Not too long, Mrs. Miller disappeared, her whereabouts were unknown to everyone a

“That is what the doctor said, but I know that wasn't what killed him, somehow it's cancer, but I can't risk an autopsy either because I don't know how you guys are wired and I can't risk an autopsy, what if the doctor finds out the secret? Kyle will be hunted, the other Elvers will be hunted too, even though I didn't know if they are real!“ He sighed then began narrating. “We met when I was a homeless 17 year old kid, then he saved me from getting crushed by a vehicle. That was the first time we met and that was the first time he showed me his powers. “I thought it was a miracle who saved me from being crushed from the truck, because after he had got me to safety he disappeared, I can't see

Pheuk& Win I know it's not real. It all feels too good to be true. I look up into his eyes and I know he can't see past the way. He has a smile on his face, so big and without a worry. How should I tell him? That this isn't real and he needs to open his eyes and remember what happened. That we were in Adom's apartment and then we just appeared here. In this perfect life were everyone is happy and the people we loved and were close to us who we lost are alive. No authority, no underworld, no Don, no Alexander, no pain and misery, just a family and a life that could never and will never be. But how do I tell him? That Mike- his best friend- is a solider and not a civilian being. That he is a s