My Mysterious Life Novels & Stories

Shrugging her shoulders, she looked up. “ I am not here to talk about me, Mr Black! ” Her voice had went to her professional tone. He was a murderer for God's sake, but he didn't seemed like one. There was something about him, that ticked Sia off. It felt like, there was much more to him, than met the eyes. He felt like a mystery and Sia had always loved mysteries.

Since I stopped writing letters, I did not get the chance to visit the seashore either. The news they brought has made me feel utterly curious. It simply means that I am on the right Nathalie Fisher. Perhaps that's one of the reasons she hasn't sent her letters since her birthday. On the bright side, she was still alive. The old woman suddenly leaned her face closer to my ears and whispered, "rumours say that his dad was killed by a doglike monster. A wolf." She suddenly laughed. "I mean. Who would have believed there's a wolf in New York City, right? But I believed the family were hiding something from the public."

"If you're not doing anything, don't waste time here. There are plenty of people in the world you can help. Don't waste it on me." I placed my hand over the lens. The screen went black. … [In the Next Life — Oct. 11, 2023, 9:32 AM — I Don't Need Anyone's Pity] "You're Hailey Cooper, Ben Cooper's sister, right?" I was sweeping the back kitchen of a café. I frowned when I heard the voice. "You again?" His voice came from behind the camera. "People online are saying you betrayed your family, but they don't know you have cancer. I want to film a documentary series about you. Is that okay?"

I was sat right in front of the door, hugging my knees. I was really there, trapped in a strange and mysterious place that I had never known about before. I had been trying to solve the mystery of David's disappearance, but I had never realised that he had a place as secretive as this. All the bad articles about him didn't mention this place.

Trustworthy and understanding. "Okay, I will be downstairs in few minutes." I said and he took that and left not without patting me on the shoulders and taking a look at his 'ugly' self in my mirror, winking at himself and struck a pose. I snorted and fell back on the bed, reminiscing what the Moon goddess said. She was mistakenly bonded to me? How is that even possible? Time to take a shower I guess. * * * I cast a last look at myself and exhaled before exiting my room. I was dressed in just casual clothes since I was just going to be hanging around the pack.

But try as I might, I couldn't put a face or a name to the enigmatic figure haunting my life. Determined to uncover the truth, I embarked on a quest to delve into my own past. I dug through old photo albums, scoured through childhood memories, hoping to unearth a clue that would unravel the mystery. And then, amidst a pile of forgotten mementos, I discovered an old journal. Its leather cover was worn, and its pages yellowed with time.

Time stops, I run out of air, and the universe laughs at me for blindly falling into its embarrassing trap. Sometimes, I wonder if I offended anyone in my past life…maybe I killed a bird or stepped on a puppy. I really don't understand what I did that the universe and its lover slash partner in crime, fate, has decided that my life isn't important enough to be used as anything other than a sick source of entertainment. My life must be the comedy every supernatural being goes to watch in the cinema with their dates. How else would you anyone explain most of the events that take place in my life? Since the mysterious guy found my first statement funny, I could only hope he finds the rest funny

I loved the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my Girlfriend was. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend was Mafia Queen! **** Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) -Ongoing Her life was full of misery and pain until she found out about her mysterious lover on the day of her thirteenth birthday. That person started to take care of her from a distance. What would happen when she gets separated from her mysterious love?

Force. I got under the moonlight and tried to force whatever was hidden within me to come out, but once again, my efforts were futile. The situation was frustrating. Was I going to like my second life with so much misfortune? Not only was I a lowly blood slave, but a wolfless omega! I was going to rant to the moon goddess when a twig snapped behind me. Afraid that the wolves caught me, I dashed further into the forest, occasionally glancing back. For a moment, it seemed like I was able to shake them up, but just when I stopped to catch my breath, I misstepped, and something clawed my feet.

This was really happening. I turned to look out the window. The familiar lights of the city shrank, becoming a distant, glittering tapestry against the dark earth. I was leaving it all behind—my tiny apartment, my overflowing email inbox, my predictable life—for a destination I didn't even know. I looked back at Ilay, who was watching me with an expression of quiet satisfaction. “So,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going, or is that part of the mystery?”