Mystery Name Novels & Stories

My voice was sharp and steady. At my words, Marcus halted in his tracks, his entire being jolting to a halt. Slowly he turned towards me, his forehead creased slightly. "Who told you that name?" He asked, calmly this time around. "That name... Only my mistress knows of it." I could see the confusion gleaming in his eyes as he stared at me. Of course, if I didn't know the name, who else would? That was the name I had given him after I met him and brought him into Maltos' castle.

Morgan was the type of woman who held a lot of mysteries that could even break your heart as you begin to unravel the mystery by yourself. She sighed as if whatever she was about to say was too deep for her to share with someone else. I watched her every move as she explained herself to me, I also listened to her attentively since this was going to involve myself and Alan. "Well according to my foster parents who are dead now, my mother was a mysterious woman who hardly shared her life history with anyone. People only knew her as Maria and even given a nickname, Mari-mystery woman," she giggled sadly as she said this. I could see the droplets of tears as she spoke. Whatever her story was mus

"What? Who? Don't tease me, Kevin. Is it that reclusive author? The tech CEO who never speaks to press?" He let the suspense hang for a beat, his eyes gleaming. "Bigger." My mind raced through a list of impossibilities. "Kevin, who?" "Baek Jin." The name landed in the quiet office with the force of a bomb. I actually felt the blood drain from my face. "The Baek Jin? The 'Phantom of the Tech World' Baek Jin? The guy who hasn't given a single interview, not even when he got the position of CEO?”

she wondered aloud and Ryan stifled a laughter. "We will only be that when I find out you are not a threat to my pack." I replied, bored. "Who are you?" I asked again. She seemed to realize that I was dead serious this time. "I am Alyssa." She said. Alyssa? Why does that name sound familiar yet unfamiliar?

Just a random pop-up notification on her F******k app and suddenly, they were close acquaintances. Well, what was the use of having a hacker friend if they couldn’t do one or two favors for her, she thought. She had sent him the mystery guy’s pictures and seconds later, he turned up lots of information on him. when she had asked how exactly he had been able to gather that info on the guy at such a short time, he responded with, ‘We have our ways.’ She had come to know the Mystery guy as Kennedy Macaulay. But her mind often referred to him as Creepy Ken.

Luca tightened his fist and the dying rage within him was slowly reigniting. The thought of it made him mad as hell. Why would the Mizzeti go after Nico? "How-- You know him then. You're right, his name was Jacob. And the mob group. It was Mizzeti, I remember now" Zilda revealed and nodded at her sister who questioned her response with a sharp glance.

Jackson – Head Scientist Sunney – Lady Scientist Jordan – Driver of powerplant Isaac – Senior inspector John – Junior inspector Woman – Hotel Medfly- only hotel in that small town.

“I’m so excited for you. I really hope you guys work out.” I refused to ponder on how much I wanted that as well. “Thanks Georgiana.” “It’s nothing.” She said dismissively. “So am I getting a name?” All the thrill and butterflies died at the new question. Shit, of course she’d want to know who it is. I racked my brain on what to tell her, drawing up with nothing. I really didn’t want to give her a fake name. But Georgiana, beautifully tactful Georgiana, saved me the horror by saying. “It doesn’t matter, we can call him ‘the mystery guy’ instead.”

I screamed the second I got into the seat. Jean rolled his eyes slightly before plastering a smile on his face. “What drama-worthy thing happened to you again, my dear friend?” he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m very glad you asked,” I said, leaning back. “I found the mystery guy’s name.” His eyes widened. “This soon?” I nodded. “Conan didn’t make it that hard, really.” Jean shook his head. “You really are skillful.” I shrugged. “His name is Knight—and to make it even better,” I dragged out, “I met him again today.”

The same master I wanted to know so much, I was almost losing my mind out of curiosity. How? I paused as I stared at him up and down. No wonder he carried so much presence and the other men gave way for him when he was about to come dance with me. Damn it. How did I miss this? But why the fuck was he wearing a mask. Everything about him was mysterious, coupled with the fact that he was wearing hand gloves. Even his name was mysterious– what the fuck was Mysterio?