Mystery Name Novels & Stories

The same hollow space where a heart used to be. "It seems we're both experts in heartbreak, Zac," I said, my voice cracking. "I'm so sorry. I... I forgot to ask for your name." "Ramirez. Zac Ramirez," he said. "Zac. I'm Myst." I used my middle name. It felt safer, a thin veil between me and the world. "Myst," he repeated, testing the word. "It sounds... mysterious. So, go on. Tell me. What happened to you?"

“Give us a name.” Michael remained silent until Matteo increased the pressure, and Michael cried out. “I don’t know!” he blurted. “He contacted me anonymously using a burner phone with a self-destructing message. I have no idea who he is!” Mattero narrowed his eyes, taking a step forward. “What is this, some kind of Mission Impossible bullshit?” “I-I’m telling the truth! He goes by the Puppet Master. That’s all I know!” I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “What did you just say?”

A maid stood there. "What parcel?" I asked her. "It's a box, Luna. But I don't know what's inside." "Okay, bring it to me." I told her. She entered my room with a box. I took it in my palm. "Woah!" The box wasn’t big and was very light. But as I looked at the name of the sender, it was named as 'Mister A'. What does it mean by Mr. A? What kinda weird name it is?

"That's right. And my twin brother in there is Avery. What's your name? So my wolf can stop calling you mystery man." "I like Mystery Man." He laughed, loud and boyish, definitely not alpha material. "Anyways my name is Donivan." "Why do we look alike?" I asked, cutting straight to the chase. "And I know stuff about genetics. I more so mean how. Were you and my mom mates? Before Jasper?"

That was it. ***** “No way! You can't tell me he left just like that,” Mia, my little sister mumbled. I shrugged. “And you let him?“ Mia asked with a brow raised. I turned to her, my brows furrowed. “And what's that supposed to mean?“ “Alice,” she hissed softly. “Don't get me wrong, i am only wondering why you didn't ask him for his name, or who he was, he could be a Mafia king or some dangerous dude you know,"

"I don't think so. We'll get the name of the pack from our grandfathers, I don't see the point of meeting this guy." "Wrong. We'll get a name that all. He might be the one behind it, but we don't know that for sure. It doesn't hurt to listen to what the mysterious person has to say." I want to talk but she cuts me off. "Look. At best he gives us the same name and that will only confirm our suspicions, at worst we'll have a second suspect who could well be the culprit. Honestly, I don't understand what's bothering you." "You have to admit it's weird."

"My name is Annalise, what's yours?" He glanced down at me "Annalise. Beautiful" He smiled and finally we reached what looked like an hospital. My mystery man barged in and yelled frantically for the doctor, I hope he realises that there might be other patients here. Just before the doctors wheeled me away I gripped his arm and gestured for him to lower himself to my level "What's your name?" I asked him in his ears. His eyes did that colour switching things before he smiled and whispered in my ears "Ace" . I said his name softly and let darkness finally engulf me. ++++++ Vote. Comment. Share Grace.

She took out his box and said, “I found these sticky notes in your box. These are my sticky notes for the mystery person who always gave me porridge.” He widened his eyes in shock and speechless. She continued, “I just realised that you have the same handwriting as the mystery person.” She took a deep breath and coldly asked, “Who are you?” He swallowed hard and replied, “Fiya, I can explain.” “Explain to me. Right now. Right here. Who are you?” she said, glaring at him. He let out a breath and said, “I admit that I was the mystery person you talked about. I'm Mr M, the one who always gave you porridge every weekend.”

“That means a lot to me.” He glanced at me, his eyes twinkling. “You’re welcome, Mystery Girl.” There was a slight silence, but it was quickly broken by Matt, who spoke with curiosity laced throughout his voice. “By the way,” he said, guiding the car around a wide turn, “I’ve been meaning to ask… ‘Mystery Girl’ is cute and all, but do you have anything else I can refer to you by?” I felt my face turn pale beneath my mask. “I won’t give you my name,” I said, almost a little more coldly than I meant.

"Do you remember his name?" Dylan frowned, trying to recall the past through the guilt and pain. "Yes. He was young. He was kind. His name was... Josh. Joshua Murphy. I was also responsible for his death." Anna’s world tilted. Josh, her ex, was Dylan's doctor? The coincidence wasn't a coincidence at all; it was a devastating thread of Fate. It finally made sense why Josh appeared in the picture she had previously seen. But what did Dylan mean by he was responsible for Josh's death?