My Mysterious Life Novels & Stories

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

But none knew how and why this is connected to that electric power plant. It was heavily raining there at the night. A van entered into the power plan area very quickly and stopped in front of a door where Dr. Sheen was standing with an umbrella. He shouted, “Jordan, take the body and keep it in proper place and be very careful”. It is few minutes before dawn, A boy of 14 years old sanding on a hill outside the restricted area, seeing that the water is gone from the lake and two persons came out from the bottom ground of the lake. They talked about something and then they did something on the ground and again went somewhere. The water is back again just like before.... “Mack, Mack, wake up,

He smelled strongly of alcohol. Soon he let me go and disappeared on the same street where Jared had disappeared the day before. Now what the hell was that? It must run in the family, first they kiss you all of a sudden for no reason and then they disappear. I was far more than perplexed and my mind went crazy. I looked up at a lantern, confused. Okay so it was Jared who jumped, I realized. I thought about my missed opportunity to ask Jared's brother about his possible cult affiliation and also about my mother's words. The former would have been tactless and the latter:

I feel like he was just following me, obviously just messing around with my feelings. "Oh, no! My baby has already arrived—" I'm dead! Why did Dad hold the door open for us?! And he's still recovering! Why did they discharge him already?! “D- Dad, this is Sir Mikhail. He is my professor. Is Mom here?” I let Sir in, while Dad just gaped looking at him. What's going on inside Dad's head? Hold on! Shouldn't that be the question I'm asking myself?! Why do I have my professor in our house?!

The moment I heard those familiar words, I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, she had stopped me the same way. Brainwashed by her self-righteous nonsense, I rejected Elijah Foster’s gifts without hesitation, all for the sake of preserving my so-called dignity. Yet afterward, she teamed up with my boyfriend, Cole Tory, and secretly claimed the mansion and car in my name. When I eventually discovered the truth, the two of them pushed me down the stairs to silence me. I died from the fall, and after my death, they even started livestreaming online, profiting shamelessly from my tragedy.

The information about being the heiress of this mysterious mafia organization was a lot to process. If my life were not at stake, would I have known everything about this? Would I have known that my parents built up a dangerous mafia organization where bad people chased them? And now that they are gone, I will take over? What the actual fu-? “Minerva,” I heard Karlo’s voice behind me, but I still did not turn to where he was. “We will leave now.” “I think I’m going to throw up first. Where’s the powder room?” I asked before standing up and confronting him. “Or is it kind of a portal again where I know that my parents are secret aliens and we are going to conquer the humans in this fucked up

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.

I woke up to voices arguing and crying, "What the hell happened?" a voice yelled "There was an attack from the gang," another voice answered "Shit!" a voice yelled as the crying voice got louder as if it was right next to me. I opened my eyes to see Dime crying next to me "Di..." I started to say, but Dime stopped me before I could give away our secret, "Moony, you are awake," Dime cried as she hugged me "Do you remember what happened?" Dime asked

Mysterious Woman “Marissa,” a man called. Hearing that name from an unfamiliar voice sparked something in my mind, but I ignored it. A memory tries to come forward in my mind, but I lost it. There is something on the edges of a memory, however, fog drifts slowly to cover that memory. When I try to mentally push the fog away, the fog becomes thicker. “Do you know her,” another voice said. It was a man’s voice. Right now, I’m speculating that the first voice and the second voice know each other. “I thought it was someone I knew,” the first voice said thoughtfully. He sounded a little defeated. The fact that my mind is trying to remember something when that voice drifted into my ears i

Chris' PoV After the meeting in our company was done, I went to my office to carry out some paperwork which took longer than expected, by the time I have completed them and checked them off, everyone was already gone except for me and my secretary (Lyla) who helped me out to finish the day off before making our way outside. Lyla was one of my trusted worker and ally, despite how the company was full of human employees, Lyla is actually not a human but instead a witch and therefore she knows of my identity, she was also the one who looked after me when I was in pain due to my ex-mate, she also taught me about medicine and potions so I was able to make them which can help wolves at critical mo