Mystery Characteristics Novels & Stories

Her words tumbled out in a rush. But then, I knew what I was saying; I knew what I had seen and how she behaved; I knew there was definitely something about her, even though I couldn't place my hands on it. "No, Akira," I replied, shaking my head as I spoke. "This is not just a thief; there's something strange about her." "The things I've seen about her, her attitude, the way she talks and behaves, the things I've studied about her can only be seen in one person," I continued, my voice heavy with the weight of what I was about to say.

I wonder what they need a second vice President for though. I quickly dashed into the bathroom and took my bath in a flash. In some minutes,I was done dressing up and had picked up my notepad to inform my personal assistant and my secretary about the contract. I instructed Vivian to look into the Roberge's company vice President and how to coarse he or she into signing with my company. Vivian called back later to tell me that the person is anonymous and hardly attend meetings unless it was something so serious. And that when the person shows up , it's always with a mask,the person is rumoured to be quick-witted,spots mistakes far better than anyone and makes a good deal of it,with high IQ an

She knew the scent before she even opened the box—it was her mother’s recipe. Her eyes narrowed. There was no way he could’ve known that. Not unless… She stepped into the hallway and glanced down the corridor, heart starting to pound just slightly. Her eyes scanned the flood of bodies—interns in scrubs, gurneys rolling past, a code blue being paged overhead. And then, through the shifting crowd, she saw a mysterious man. He stood halfway down the corridor, half-hidden behind a group of surgical residents chatting near the elevators. His face was obscured by a black KN95, and a baseball cap sat low on his brow, but even through the layers, something about his presence felt… familiar.

“Because my Mystery always hides his face, and your boyfriend has that same vibe — broody, dangerous, heartbreak-in-human-form energy.” Hearing her call him my Mystery made me a bit uncomfortable. “But Mystery has long hair and always wears a mask.” “I guess you have a point. Still, I really wish Mystery were gay — I couldn’t survive if he ever said he had a girlfriend.” My mouth stayed shut. I said nothing. Then she sighed. “You’re lucky, Charl. Bagging a man that good-looking feels unreal. Spill it — what are you doing differently? Feeding him love potions or something?”

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

he added. “Uhm, it’s okay.” Actually, everything has been alright for the past few weeks, but when I found out about the mysteries here in this apartment, I started feeling something I can’t name. I am scared, and at the same time, I’m curious to seek the truth behind this one. The mysteries are waiting for me to solve them, but I don’t know how to start and where. I didn’t have the leads. Wait. I do. That man.

“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?”

Braxton was right. There was something about this mystery woman that I couldn't quite place my finger on. I took in her almond green eyes, framed by thick coal-black lashes, and they were mesmerizing the very second they had met my gaze, and it had felt like every ounce of blood in my body had rushed to my cock. Lust had blasted through me with an alarming force, leaving me a little shaken. Something that had never happened before.

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!”

She held her breath and waited for his answer nervously as her heart beat faster. Hearing her question, Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said, “Why do you suddenly ask about this? Let me see... Both you and Rebecca are very kind and enthusiastic. You are similar in these qualities.” “...” “But your appearances and characters are quite different. Rebecca is lively and freewheeling, while you are quiet and gentle. Rebecca has an oval face, while you have a heart-shaped face,” Mr. Mysterious said and sighed. “Did Rebecca tell you anything?”