Mysterious Class Novels & Stories

He unlocked his phone and accessed a local news site on his browser application. He made to type 'Classy Chic' on the search box but paused seeing the number one headline on the opening page. 'Rising Classy Chic's model wins the heart of Thornhill' Luca's fears were becoming true. He never heard of a Classy Chic model ever, until today. Reluctantly, he open the article and scrolled through it speedily without bothering to read the write-up. What he wanted was the image or video attached. Anything! The underboss came to a sudden stop when he saw the picture of the model at the end of the article.

The doctor was taken aback at her question, he gave her a confused look and since her expression didn't change, his suspicion was confirmed. This was really one mysterious couple, maybe they are not part of this world, or have mental problems,else, why would a full grown woman be asking him such stupid question. Doesn't she have knowledge of atleast the basic biology? How the hell, was he supposed to answer that 'oh madam, that strange young man that just left here, inserted his penis into your vagina and in the process his semen was released and you became pregnant' such dumb question from a dumb woman.

If there was one thing an Everwood didn’t have to worry about, it was money, but that’s really the only good thing about being one in my opinion. With a coffee and muffin in hand, I made my way to my first class of the day, my preceptorial about Creating Monsters, and as soon as I stepped foot into the classroom I almost turned around and walked away. He was in my class. The guy was in my class. Mr. Werewolf from yesterday. Oh no. Oh no, no, no... I did not need this. This was the last thing I needed. Wait. Wait—keep your cool, Eleonore, I reminded myself. You only bumped into him. That was all. His eyes might’ve flashed gold, but he shouldn’t want trouble either. The supernatural stayed sec

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!”

Furthermore, I can use magic without borrowing it from nature or spirits, I am able to use a lot of different elements, not just those gifted to me. So overall, I do not know which category I truly belong to or maybe I belong to all. Either way, since this is so rare, if I reveal it to strangers, I may be seen as a freak or a threat that must be eliminated therefore, I shouldn't use my magic especially when I don't know who or where I truly am. Even if I used magic, I am unsure of the true escape route so I might as well pretend to abide and follow their lead before I get the right chance to make my escape.

Seeking answers and understanding, he yearned to unravel the enigma surrounding the encounter, but alas, no clear path seemed to emerge. As Ronin sat in a secluded corner of the classroom, his mind became a whirlpool of questions and emotions. The memory of that strange encounter lingered, haunting him like a riddle that demanded solving. He was eager to discern the nature of the powerful presence that had left him feeling both vulnerable and invincible. Was it a guardian angel or a mystical entity, drawn to him for a mysterious purpose? The boundary between reality and imagination blurred as he pondered over the possibilities.

Maxine asked in confusion. "I didn't know you, the stones find their owner. There are only ten stones reaching different places every year. You were observed and tested for many situations and struggles throughout the last year of your secondary education. Mysterical High is a university for wonderful students like you" Jazz replied as she flew towards her. "Wait, isn't illegal to stalk someone privately? And I haven't heard about that place or school or whatever you're talking about. What's in it for me?" Maxine asked once again.

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.

A clean, contained thing. I looked at the boy arranging marshmallows into a pattern only he understood. I looked at the man sitting quietly across from me, one thumb tracing the rim of his mug. I took a sip of the hot chocolate, warm and slightly too sweet and exactly right, and understood, for the first time since stepping off that plane, that the thing I had been escaping toward had already shifted into something I hadn't planned for at all. I wasn't sure yet whether that was frightening or the opposite of it.