My Mysterious Life Novels & Stories

The sound of a sharp, resounding slap echoed as my hand landed on his face. He staggered back, almost falling to the ground. The room erupted into chaos, and hundreds of cameras turned their lenses toward me. "Giselle, you—" I let out a cold laugh and pointed at Vanessa, who sat frozen in her wheelchair. "She's your wife? Then tell me, Quintus, who am I? What about our child?" Before Quintus could react, I tore away the black cloth covering my chest. A small, square urn was exposed for all to see.

It was the same one she was in yesterday but the lightning from the window made everything clearer, the room was well arranged, maybe by a perfectionist or for a perfectionist, there wasn’t a lot in it. It was very old-fashioned, with no life, no flowers, and no outstanding color, gabby in all her misery thought to herself how bland the exquisite room looked with artifacts hanging below the ceiling and a sculpture that looked directly at her by the door to the room, gabby wondered how she thought this room was calming. She rubbed her thumb. she had been kidnapped, no, bought by Mr Mills the grandson of a man everyone knew to be evil, her father had sold her off to be one of those girls that

The mysterious occurrence of the previous night served as a reminder of the enigmatic nature of life, of the intricate rhythms that flowed beneath the surface. Though the cause of her uneasiness remained unknown, Zelda embraced the uncertainty with grace and resilience. She understood that life was a tapestry woven with moments of both tranquility and turbulence. And in the face of such mysteries, she found solace in the resilience of her spirit and the resilience of the dawn. As the day unfolded, Zelda carried with her the memory of that fleeting uneasiness. It served as a reminder of her capacity to adapt, to overcome, and to embrace the unknown. With each step she took, she felt a renewed

NEVER IN YOUR LIFE Sire, the father of Justin has had quite the life. He and his two friends turned to worse enemies have had a story worthy life that they all would rather that they forget but there's a danger that's lurking so close to them that they can't ignore what happened then because it might help them find their way out of the troubles ahead. This is the start of the life of Sire, Mona and Mury. Three former friends known as three flames that burnt so bright that they could shine even the darkest places.

After all it is my life mothing good happens to me like ever. I my dream"I found myself at a strange place.It was a big mansion like the kinds that were constructed ages back.I seemed to be familiar with everything there.And I don't know why but I am getting this feeling that I have been to that place even when I have not.It is creepy but something else has disturbed me all the way more.There were a lot of people around me but I looked cheerful which is quite weird because I stopped being happy like a long back.

his confession brought tears in my eyes. I hugged him tightly for loving me so much. I can see every family member of mine is looking at us adoration and pride. Huge round of applause made us apart from our hug. Thank you so much God for bringing my boring life to interesting, heart breaks, love and most importantly happiest one. I love you so much my dear husband. I don't know why he calls me mysterious? But I was never mysterious, right? THE END.

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

I saw it with my own eyes, the fireball from nothing which I could not admit. "You haven't seen someone like him before? That man does not live in this town but mystics are normal here. I have one too! You are cooler than him, though," Tori said. We already bought stocks for the house and we are on our way home. He is holding my hand as he walks beside me. I am glad that he has become more comfortable as we spend time together. "Mystic? Is that something like magic?"

She said not changing her face The coffee arrived as Lisa nodded to the waitress Who left immediately "Miss Smith should please explain carefully" Liam broke the silence "Just know that I saw it, but there are some things I can't see the real reason of your parents death" Lisa said with a frown "Is Miss Smith a Fortune teller" Liam asked obviously not believing her "I can only you tell you that you know something about the death of your parents but that part of your memory is as if it is sealed even I can't see it or be able to break the seal