Mysterious Question Novels & Stories

Out loud, I ask, "Then why do you have to know who I am?" It was quiet, a deafening one after I ask a question that I think seemed vulgar to her, and she remains her gaze locked on me. I almost thought she would never answer my question. But she did, surprisingly. Or should I even be surprised? After all, her presence is quite an odd one to me. Even this place looks haunted. After seeing a man and a woman werewolf fighting each other until the woman met her death, the thought of a mysterious secret flowed through my mind.

Who was the one behind everything? There were many questions but no answers to them. ********************

I have fulfilled 95% of them. "How daring are you?" He asks with his sparkling eyes. They are common honey in color, but have a peculiar appeal, perhaps their mischievous shine. "What kind of question is that for a complete stranger?" "Do you know that one question is not answered with another?" Or didn't they teach you? "You are doing the same." "I smile." Returns to methe smile. He has a warm look. "It only happens when he smiles, though," is the first thing I think of.

The following morning brought an unusual sense of anticipation. Not anxiety. Not fear. Curiosity. Interesting. Very interesting. Because despite everything they had uncovered, one final question remained. Who was the man in the photograph? And why did Lily consider him important? The mystery lingered throughout the day. Even during ordinary activities. Especially during ordinary activities. Ava found herself thinking about it while reviewing work documents. While preparing lunch. While listening to Nova explain magazine circulation strategies that sounded suspiciously like a hostile corporate takeover. Interesting. Very interesting.

But… The question is… Who is this guest?

⸻ Because none of them could let go. 🌙 Lyra’s Question Lyra stepped forward. ❤️ ⸻ She looked toward the mysterious figure. ⸻ Then asked: ⸻ “Who are you?” ⸻ The question echoed across the Realm of Possibility. ⸻ For the first time… The figure became quiet. ⸻ A strange sadness appeared in his eyes. ⸻ As though he had been asked that question many times. ⸻ Yet never found the answer. ⸻

c Lucien couldn't help the unease settling in his chest as he stared at the headline news flashing across the screen. His concern was growing by the second, especially after seeing his friend’s name trending in every corner of the internet. He hadn’t expected the story to spread so rapidly—no one had. It was astonishing how quickly such personal matters could become public gossip.

Mili questioned. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪

“Whoever called you cursed, is ignorant. Ever since we knew about the prophecy and what the mark means to us, Craig started researching about marks. He wanted to know everything on marks and why it was so important to his future” The smile was long gone on her face. I also sat up properly, paying attention to every word that came out of her mouth. “We learned about a lot of marks, but the most mysterious mark was the dragon mark. It was said to belong to an ancient park that was now extinct. No one know if it was true or lie since nobody has seen it before” A shiver ran down my spine. “What are you trying to say?”

“Of course, you don’t have to. If someone asks you to do their makeup, you can simply tell them you don’t know how. “There’s nothing wrong with admitting you don’t know something. You see, if that lady had openly acknowledged that she didn’t know it was inappropriate to use shared tongs, she wouldn’t have scared her son.”