Novel & Cerita Mysterious Question

Thundering with a question I didn’t want to ask: What am I? And why did these monsters want me before I even knew the answer?

They say a sales person is a crazy person he makes conversations with himself so that he keeps motivated. "My child I want to see come through here!"shouts a curious voice drawing my attention from my left side.. This is my luckiest day nothing bits exchange moment at all because I am left happy and so are customers, I just smile as I attend to this lady. Mai Moyo is the quiet and most feared lady in the hood. Rumours has it that she once served in the army before she retired to stay on her early retirement pension.

With that ,Mom felt at ease and was glad. I excused myself and went inside my room. I logged in to the internet and chatted my personal assistant till around 1:00am . I later laid on my bed and doze off. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^°°° KENNETH BLACK point of view I had called to pick my marketer up today and realised my heart beats in a really strange way whenever she calls me love . I also heard she is in an arranged marriage and doesn't love her husband so am thinking of confessing my feelings to her today. My secretary had told me to jump at this opportunity and make good use of it but the hell I don't know how to.

She glanced at her phone again, noting the text message from Diluc Ragnvindr Neuvillette: “Meet me at 10:00 AM at the office. I have something to discuss.” The previous night had been a whirlwind of emotions. After settling her father’s debt with the help of the mysterious and handsome Diluc, she felt a mix of relief and trepidation. The funds had arrived just in time, but the identity of the benefactor, and the strange circumstances surrounding his help, left her uneasy. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something complicated.

Even my heart took a funny rhythm and I had to stylishly hold it, to calm myself. Rila smiled, as if she could hear my thoughts; “Miguel is a very mysterious man.” She came closer as if to take a close look at me, and I wondered what she meant by mysterious this time. How much did she know of him to even call him that? My jealousy was not raising its ugly head. No, that wasn’t the case. Right? “What do you mean mysterious?” I asked unable to ignore the pull in my chest. She stared, “Well, I saw things…” she trailed off, “How well would you say you know him, Ms. Richards?” she asked a question of her own.

I furrowed my brows and said "No. If your cousin Adrian doesn't, why should I? And... why would you even ask me that?" "Then why would you give me such a sacred book to keep...and above all, tell me not to open it?" he raised his brows while asking..I was speechless for some time when I said. "Why did you call this book sacred. I for one don't know anything about this book. So, tell me. Have you seen this before?" he looked at me like crazy and chuckled saying "You mean to say, you haven't heard about this book?" I blinked my eyes severally before saying

Why it is still an unraveling mystery? I mentally banged my head at all those tons of questions and shoved everything away from my mind. Every single thing in these questions seems related to each other but still I don't even have a clue about it. Till how long am I supposed to suppress my curiosity? Oh. Rehan who are you?

“There’s something I want to show you.” “What is it?” “You’ll see.” What’s with all this mysteriousness he has got going on today?

"You’re one mysterious girl, you know." I snorted. "There’s nothing mysterious about me." "See," He pointed, "that’s exactly what a mysterious person would say." I looked away, but my smile lingered as my fingers twitched slightly at my side. "At least tell me what your mom was like." He asked suddenly, but gently. I froze. Her face.

A faint smile lingered on his face as he tapped the seat beside him. Without thinking, I walked over and sat where he had tapped. Everything felt natural, as if I had done this many times before. He stood up and crouched in front of me. The moment his hand touched my foot, a strange numbness spread through me. It felt like an electric current running through my body. I quickly pulled my foot back and murmured, “No… this isn’t appropriate.” I did not know whether he heard me. He only lifted his gaze slightly and said, “You’re very sensitive.”