Mysterious Question Novels & Stories

Tall, Dark and Mysterious isn't giving anything up. "So how long are you in town for?" I ask, changing the subject. He shrugs as if he doesn't even know the answer to that question himself before replying. "A few days, maybe even less." He is purposely being vague. Figuring out this guy is like trying to solve the Da Vinci code. It isn't going to happen. He is treading lightly, making sure not to give up too much information. He is up to something. I just don't know what it was.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

“Why do you ask?” The two rookie undercover spies could only sigh in disappointment as they are faced with another seemingly dead end. Although one of their questions was answered and it opened a path for them to take, and yet there is still a mystery lurking behind them that needs to be solved. Who was the voice in the rest room last time they were here?

She asked him, with respect in her voice. He stood staring at nothing, as he let the question sink into his head. Now that he thought about this, what exactly is here for? What does he seek? How will he present it to her? What exactly was he going to say, that'll make sense? He couldn't possibly tell her that some girl have been driving her crazy, right? "Is it about the mysterious girl, haunting your thoughts?" She suddenly asked. He didn't seem so surprise how she knew about it, she's a seer, and almost nothing is impossible for her.

She repeated her question. "I feel great. Better than ever." He smiled. "Are you sure?" Annabel asked. There was a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "100%" He assured,his smile still plastered on his face. Then his face scrunched up in confusion again. "Except.." "Except what?" His mom drew closer to him with concern on her face. "I can't really remember what happened." He narrowed his eyes in thought. Surprise was clearly written on everyone's faces as they stared at him.

“Where are we going?” “Wait and see.” His answer was as mysterious as the man himself, and I bit back my questions, anticipation sparking in my veins. What could he have planned for me?

A whirlwind of questions swirled within me, desperate for answers. She must have sensed my disbelief, for she studied my expression intensely. "No one ever told you, did they?" she said, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. "I am the first to reveal this secret to you." Why was it kept hidden? I pondered. Though not entirely a secret, it was a topic one wouldn't casually discuss. The enigma deepened, leaving me even more intrigued.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

It came in the form of a mysterious stranger, an enigmatic figure who seemed to have a deep knowledge of our past and an unsettling interest in our future. His arrival was marked by a series of cryptic messages, each one more unnerving than the last. He seemed to know things that only a select few could possibly be aware of, secrets that we had buried deep within the recesses of our memories. His presence cast a shadow of doubt and suspicion over our lives, as we wondered who he was and what his true intentions were.

"It's obvious I'm not asking for your Favorite colors or hobbies you have no use for. All I'm asking about is maybe some dark or deep secrets I ought to know." , any family anywhere? Friends? Or close relationships?" He rushes the question at me with my eyes darting all around the room, I