Mysteries Poem Novels & Stories

Fiasca laughed out loud. "I am a businesswoman, after all." Emma shrugged her shoulder's as if it was nothing. "Yeah, the iron lady." Fiasca grumbled in disdain. **************** Short poetry for my lovely readers: It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set:

The bat was just about to lung from the tree at his victim when a nearby stone hit the branch it was standing on, startling it and scaring it away. Daniel blinked and shook his head as he came back to reality. “Okay” he said, surprised at his sudden change in location. “ What the hell just happened?” A few feet away from the tree previously occupied by the bat, a figure stood by. The figure wore a dark hood and dark jeans and watched as the bat flew away. “ No one gets the boy. Not while I am alive” the figure muttered darkly before leaving the area. …………………………………………………………………………… “And that is all on supernatural mythologies” The voice of the history lecturer, Mr akingbade concluded. “If ther

Lynch. "Ms. Lynch, what valuable item seems to be missing?" the manager inquired anxiously. "My necklace is gone!" Ms. Lynch gritted her teeth, her face etched with displeasure. "The one I had on when I arrived." The manager immediately attempted to soothe Ms. Lynch's ruffled feathers. "Ms. Lynch, please don't fret. Nothing ever goes missing at our establishment. It's likely it just slipped out of sight somewhere. I'll have someone look for it right away."

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

Mysteries 🔥🔥🔥 My heart raced as I listened, trying to piece together the implications of what they were discussing. The grandiosity of the mansion’s decor seemed to mock the simplicity of my life before all this confusion and mystery began. The walls were adorned with elaborate tapestries depicting scenes of myth and legend, their rich colors muted in the flickering light from the fireplace. The ornate mirrors, with their gilded frames, reflected the room's opulence and the dancing flames, adding to the surreal atmosphere. Heavy velvet curtains, a deep crimson, were drawn tightly across the tall, arched windows, shutting out the outside world and making this conversation feel as if it wer

If I dream of the White Wolf tonight, I’m going to ask her advice. I snorted. If I’d been that White Wolf, I’d have told her to stay away from Ella. I was about to close the journal when I saw the second page ended with a poem. Olivia liked to sprinkle poems into her journals. You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock,

Where in Goddesses name was I? My clothes had been changed to a long nightgown which was rather comfortable. Perverts. I cursed jumping from the bed to the arched window drawing the velvet drapes back. I hissed as my eyes adjusted to the blinding morning light. The trees seemed to stretch on forever were all pine. Shocker, that explains the scent at least. The only thing in sight was a lake and what looked like a small town as smoke poured from a chimney curling out to the sky. I was in the middle of nowhere.

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

The threads of history, destiny, and memory intertwined, leading us deeper into a maze of mysteries. Days turned into nights, and the room was strewn with a mix of ancient manuscripts, books, and Alex's hastily scribbled notes. Candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, giving life to the tales of old. "Here!" Elena exclaimed suddenly, pointing at an obscure passage in a dusty tome. "It speaks of a song – 'The Lullaby of Lys’tral.' Legend has it that when sung with true intent, it can unveil the path to the lost city."

It was titled the *THE DIAMONDS* After tireless searching, she finally found it on a particular shelves that had a word engraved on its metal handles. It read, *mysteries*. She quickly grabbed the book out and sneezed repeatedly as the dust on the book found its way into her nostrils. She went to he father's old study and sat on the rusty chair while putting on the mini lamp on the table and finally in great anticipation, she opened the book.