Mystery Name Novels & Stories

Even though I'm still exhausted, I'm wide awake now. I know I won't be able to sleep until I answer some of the questions I have. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to answer any of my questions about the mysterious man I saw at the party. Without a name or any other identifying information, it's impossible to research him. Instead, I start with a simple search for "Raphael Fontaine." It pulls up some things I know and some things I don't. It also brings me to his official website. Curious, I click on the link.

"Dove?" "Shit, I have no idea why I called you that" he smacked his head making me giggle "Seems like I am not the only mad one" "And it made you happy" he said flashing me his white set of teeth. "You still haven't told me your name" I asked, at least if it's the only thing I get. "Alfa" he said and my eye widened "Cool right" Mysterio once told me his name is cool and truly this is the coolest name I have ever heard, hell I never knew someone will bear Alpha as a name.

"Who raped me? It came out like a whisper, but because of the calmness in the room, she knew he heard her well. He seem to be having difficulty saying things, but without mincing words, he called a name. Steven did' She paused for a while, she just got the name she had been looking for, she had been craving to have a name behind her misery, she had been longing to see his face and ask him what she ever did to him, for him to take advantage of her like that. Now that she has the name, she wanted to know the person, for the name doesn't ring a bell to her. "Who is Steven? She sat up in the bed again, but this time, she was trying not to loose it, so she relaxed her back as though she was inter

She started to introduce the embodiment of the sin of greed. The uncanny embodiment that she only wanted to call with the mysterious initial that everyone who knew him calls him with the different letter from the alphabet. The no name embodiment that is a deeper mystery than the lazy sin of Sloth, Tucker. “You have heard about him and probably not.” She started, and not a bit amuses by the embodiment of the sin that is irritating for being mysterious. “The most mysterious one out of the seven. His identity is a mysterious one from deep within, who prefer to be called by a letter and any by anyone.”

"Friends!' I replied. With benefits, my subconscious mind said. ****** Mystery man seems to have a romantic part in him. He has been sweet to me for days and it hurts me I'm still yet to find anything about him, not even his name or picture. I have stalked him on Face-book, gone through his profile picture and timeline, I even went far to see if I would see any of his families profile. But I found nothing. Mystery man: Do you have a weakness? Me: Yes of course, everyone has a weakness. Mystery man: So, what is your weakness? Me: Maybe you should go first. Mystery man: Girls who smell like strawberries. Me: puhh! Is that even a weakness, mine is biting of my ears or holding me by the waist. M

Gosh I forgot to tell him all about my little venturing that has come to reveal who our mysterious enemy should be. Michael Leister. I already texted the name to my research team to dig up every single thing they could about him. They were yet to get back to me. There’s got to be a connection between us, otherwise why start a fight with me. And it’s really confusing because I do not recall provoking a man with a name like such, neither have I done business with him. He was a mystery enemy to me as he’s a mystery human. I could even say I’ve never met anyone with that name in my life.

"You working on something cool?" I glance around the store, making sure we're alone. "Maybe." "That's awesome. You know, everyone's been talking about this mystery rider who won that big race last week. Some girl on this beat-up old bike who came out of nowhere and smoked everybody." My heart skips a beat, but I keep my expression neutral. "Really? That sounds interesting." "Interesting? It's incredible!" His eyes light up with excitement. "Nobody knows who she is or where she came from. She just showed up, won the race, and disappeared. People are calling her the Ghost Rider."

“He was a big fan of the Matrix movie, which actually inspired his career path. So, he adopted the name for himself. Very weird guy, I must say. Weird, but smart” “Alright. I won’t trust him that much, but I would hold you responsible if things go south” “There’s nothing to be scared of. You have my words” “Okay then. Tell me more about this our mystery AnonyChris guy” “Yeah! I was coming to that. Turns out his name is Christopher Watkins. Does the name ring a bell?” “Chris…topher Watkins… Christo… Nah! I haven’t heard such before”

I scoured through dusty archives, piecing together fragments of information, and delving into the whispers that still lingered in the city's underbelly. It was during one of these late-night excursions that I stumbled upon a name—a name that sent a chill down my spine. A name whispered in hushed tones, spoken only among those who dared to challenge the powerful. It was a name that tied together the loose ends of the corruption we had exposed, connecting the dots that had eluded us. With newfound determination, I embarked on a solitary journey, tracing the steps of this enigmatic figure. Each clue unraveled a little more of the truth, leading me deeper into the labyrinth of secrets and decept

Otherwise, it’s back to square one, with me needing to find ways to keep Beowulf under a leash. “… The mafia has no name. And they are very careful and cunning with the victims they choose,” he began, to my relief. “I don’t know where their hideout is. They don’t ever lead me there; they come to me. To their scheduled victims. I’ve met their boss, but never once saw her face. She always had a mask on, for some reason. Likewise, for reason unknown to me, when she heard how close I was to Nex one day, she kept asking about her every visit. Can’t say I know the reason for her inquiries, though.” “What about her name?” I asked then.