Mystery Name Novels & Stories

a my captor might save me from this ‘Org’ guy but that doesn't make him a good guy or my savior, he is still my captor and still scares me somehow. Just wished I had a hint about his name or something so I don't keep calling him my captor or black clothing guy. “So what did you bring to feed us now, Del?” Org asked. I smiled. He just put me out of my misery. His name is Del, but who has a name called Del? ‘Your, captor’ my mind answered and I broadened my smile. “What are you smiling at young lady?” Org asked and just as the smile came it disappeared and I just bow my head whilst shaking my head.

And if that Drey would be the only person to help me, I would do whatever it takes just to please her. “I’m sorry to say this but other than her name, I couldn’t give any further details. I hope you understand, man. I cannot disclose the details of her address as it was too confidential. But anyway, you can search her Famebook account or her photos on the internet. She’s quite a public figure, bro. Well, that makes me think about why you didn’t know her. Ah, I know right! You’re always busy dating your bunch of girlfriends,” and he really laughed at me on the other line, “but by the way, why did you suddenly ask about Ondrea Laxamana? What about her? Is she your new flavor of the month?” he

I happily stated as we walked out of the Campus Police Station. “May I name it?” He asked which made me stop in my tracks. I faced him and replied, “Why would you? It’s my case; I name it.” “No, it’s our case. I am already involved. I want to see this through.” “Okay, fine. What’s the name?” He smiled, “Black and White Mystery.”

“It… it was a very mysterious person. I don’t even know their name…” My heart tumbled. A mysterious person? Could it be…

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

It was a bright Saturday morning, the day of the grand party thrown to welcome Divine to the Karada mansion and to reveal her baby’s name. Alina, which meant "light," was the chosen name, perfectly encapsulating the hopes they held for her future. At five a.m., the event planner and decorators arrived, bustling around the mansion to get everything set up. By seven a.m., they had transformed the estate into an elegant venue fit for a high-society event. Divine, known to everyone as Sarah, went through the guest list one last time. She stopped short at the last name on the list but was quickly interrupted by Rebecca, calling her away.

Like a strike of lightning behind my eyes, a clear memory, or more like a fragment, a shadow of someone formed. I blinked, eyes widening as the revelation caught me off guard. A name I had never spoken aloud formed itself in my mind without permission. Mr. Mysterious.

I leaned back in and changed my search. Not "Gideon Voss.” ….An alias. I’d seen a tiny mistake earlier, a weird money transfer that didn't fit the rest of the puzzle. The name on it wasn't a name I knew, but the dates... the dates were too perfect. I typed it in. The screen blinked, refreshed, and my stomach dropped. The name on the screen made my skin crawl. It wasn't that I didn't know it— it was that I did, in that creepy way you recognize a voice you haven't heard since you were a baby. It was a shell company. A ghost on paper.

I added. Mr. Mysterious studied me for a few moments before removing his shades. My heart skipped a beat as his striking black eyes came into view. Even when confused, he was still attractive. His brows knitted together, as if deep in thought. “Are you Layla?” he asked in his deep voice after a few moments. Layla? Who was Layla? I blinked once as my brain began processing all the possible reasons he was asking me that. Funny, Layla was my best friend's name.

Some, however, were blatantly incriminating, names she recognized from news reports about scandals that had never quite stuck to him. But only one mattered tonight. A contact saved under a name so ordinary that nobody would ever suspect it. The kind of name a father might store for a plumber, an electrician, or a delivery driver. "Mike. Landscaping." A name Layla herself had overlooked many times growing up, just another entry in the boring logistics of maintaining a mansion. She scrolled. And there it was.