Mysterious Question Novels & Stories

The third call brought Divine back to reality, Rebecca noticed how frightened Divine was and held her hands. “It's ok dear, if you don't want to answer any questions they can go and come back another time” Rebecca said while nodding her head and smiling gently. “Question!! Question? Oh questions, I thought they were here to arrest me” Divine said while scratching her head nervously “Oh sweet Lord, dear who would want to arrest you when you were not the cause of the train crash” Rebecca said while laughing at what Divine had said “We are not here to arrest you ma’am we just wanted to ask some questions to help us identify the third person in the Cart with you”

I nodded slightly but that wasn't enough, I needed him to not doubt me in the slightest. "So, what type of curse is it?" I asked and he frowned once again. "You're the Witch here, how come you don't know what type of curse I have?" "You don't expect me to know what type of curse it is from a glance, it doesn't work like that." I quickly defended myself. He stared at me for a long while before exhaling deeply.

What are you saying? Su Lan: Tears in her eyes. "Tell me what you do know." Pom Pom: Whimpers "I don't know I was just born." Su Lan: "So, why did that ancient old man say if I had any question to ask you..." (Voice lowers in a dangerous tone). Pom Pom: "Medicine god... forgot to input the current information into the egg before leaving...." Su Lan: "Why did he forget?!" Pom Pom: "Medicine god...ran to watch a new group idol show from your world....he rushed out since he was running late to the show...." (Quickly look at the floor.)

"Spectacular! You are really great, my baby. Okay, next. Clothes during the day, monsters at night; what secrets await behind this closed-door fright?" "I don't know. Ask yourself," I said with confidence—nearly. "Oooh, I thought you would know this. You are like this, Merchaiass. I know that you will be before I know about you and Taddeio." My eyes were squinting, trying to find the answer in her blank statement. "Bye, Merchaiass. It was nice to play the game with you. In 3, 2—"

Why would I even avoid his stare in the first place? “I don’t know. Maybe, it was some sort of a random dream people are experiencing. You know, about unknown persons entering the world of our dreams? Sometimes, other people could even see themselves in an astral projection. It happens to me frequently but I didn’t want to give a big deal out of it,” I simply answered while silently convincing him with every single detail I mentioned. I sighed with relief when he didn’t ask for more and just merely nodded. I didn’t know what kind of thoughts were circulating on his mind right now. I guessed it was not that important.

Anna speaks up once again, driving her fingers through her hair in a frenzy as she pushes her breakfast away. “What is weird?” Dylan questions, playing dumb. “I don’t know. You. Everything. I don’t even remember how I got to your place. Did I make some kind of mistake last night?” Nothing felt right to Anna from the moment she had woken up in a strange room that morning. She felt an important piece of information was being withheld from her knowledge.

He looked up with that easy grin, holding out a muffin like a peace offering. “You look like hell,” he said. “Didn’t sleep much,” I muttered, taking it anyway. He watched me for a second too long, worry creasing his brow. I wanted to tell him. About the whispers in the dark. About Damien’s hand on my jaw. About how his voice lingered in my head, calling me mine. But the words stuck in my throat. And then, as if summoned by my silence, the air shifted. The lecture hall fell quiet, a ripple of tension spreading through the rows. I didn’t need to look up. I knew.

The lingering smell of expensive perfume from the parents mixed with fear and despair, hanging heavy in the air. I sat at my desk, turned on the lamp, and opened my textbooks. Under the warm light, the familiar formulas and theories slowly calmed my racing mind. I knew this wasn't over. Giselle's test report and the pills under Sarah's desk were two pieces of the puzzle—but they didn't make a complete picture. And Kathryn? What was her role in all of this? And who booked that ticket under my name? How did they get my student ID and pull this off?

"Almost everything, but still vague," said the mysterious man. "What are they?" Katie asked curiously. “Umm, do you want to know? The problem is that you're one of them." "What? What do you mean I'm one of them?" Katie asked, felt a bit frightened and uneasy.

He asks, looking back away toward where the maid had disappeared. “I was just wondering,” I begin, not really sure if there was an appropriate way to ask the question or if I should just come out and say it, “, why are some people so weird around you and others aren’t?” The question seemed to take him by surprise as his ears lift slightly and pull back. I didn’t even know he could do that. Then he smiles warmly,