Novel & Cerita My Mysterious Life

“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

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.

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.

“I won’t let life play this cruel game with me again. I’ve lost everything once, but not this time. Not before I meet this mysterious woman whom I’m hallucinating for years! Not before I get to see my kids! Not before I tell them I’m their father! Not before meeting Mishka!”

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.

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.

He couldn’t just tell me he loved me—he had to make it some mystery. I push back from my desk, tension coiling out of me like smoke. Fine. If he wants a reaction, he’s not going to get one from me. I grab my travel mug and head to the small kitchenette in the corner, filling it with water, pouring black coffee grounds into the filter. As the machine hums, I let out a long sigh, the bitter aroma a small comfort in the chaos of my thoughts. The quiet is broken by a familiar voice. “Hey! Come look at this!”

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

Jessi "That’s why Jessi? If you’re with me they’ll find me?" Hanna. "It is..." Jessi gets thoughtful and I know that’s not all. "Is there anything else?" Hanna. "No Hanna, it’s just that I don’t have an ordinary life, my whole life is always in the headlines of newspapers and magazines. And my marriage would be nothing different." He sighs and I remember how a few years ago it seemed facinant, it was like being famous. And he was, famous for being rich." I’ll make sure that even if they know they can’t get close to you. " Jessi