Mystery Name Novels & Stories

"You are bad. You won't see me. You won't call me. You won't message me. You don't want me to do any of them too? What kind of lovers are we?" "A matured and complicated kind. Love you! Bye!" I disconnected the call. The more I hear her, the more I want to see her. When I reached Mike's place, I saw him with a serious face. "What's new Mike!?" "Sir, This is big. They told me what they knew. But when we trail up the network, we find nobody. Our only clue is a name. But that doesn't ring a bell to me." "Who is that?" "Rudramoorthy." I know no one of that name. Don't ring a bell for me too!

He’s the most mysterious man the business industry know. “The most mysterious man in the business, Cormac Carter. He had this codename, C.C. People can see how rich that man is. They can see how he presents at so many conferences. He has also become a public figure because of his popularity, especially among women. But here’s a funny thing, Av. No one knows her parents. No one knows what the story of his life is. It was as if he had just appeared in the business industry–” The woman shook Avery’s hand out of excitement. “Hey! You get what I mean, right?” Avery blinked—twice, thrice. There are so many speculations that are going through her mind. She is already thinking of a way to convince h

Mallory’s voice softened for a moment, before he continued, “He’s not someone you want to mess with. Trust me.” Her heart skipped a beat. Kaelen Blackwood. The name was like a shadow, lingering in the back of her mind. A legendary detective in their precinct, known for his sharp instincts and cold demeanor. He was a mystery in his own right—some said he was haunted by his past, others claimed he had a sixth sense for solving cases. No one knew for sure, and few dared to ask. “Fine,” Lysandra muttered, already standing. “I’ll be there.”

Every time we closed the distance, somebody stayed one step ahead. Then another detail caught my attention. I reread the report carefully. Twice. A third time. And suddenly I noticed something strange. The message ordering the transfer wasn't sent from Richard. Or Lydia. Or Victor. It came from an account identified only by a single initial. "M." Nothing else. No name. No identifier. Just one letter. I looked up immediately. "Who's M?" Morris shook his head. "We don't know." The answer unsettled me more than I expected.

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

Ava repeated, chuckling now. A pressure was lifted from my heart. I could tell from the look on the people around us that they believed now. They had no reason to doubt our sincerity. “It was my code name when I first came to the Blood Moon territory.” Ava chuckled. “Craig would surely love to call you by that, Nima.” She stretched the name ‘Nima,’ while wriggling her brow.

And buried within the words were the missing pieces- the bridge between the past and the man who shared my blood and yet had no interest in my existence. The day I moved into this studio apartment, the air was thick with hopes for my future; not only did I bring the few belongings I had, but my weight of curiosity. That night, as dusk tip-toed towards midnight, I sat there gathered around the books, each holding a fragment of the puzzle, leading me deeper into the quest to uncover a great mystery. And there, tucked between love letters and faded photographs, the biggest key to our quest was a name etched enterally in ink- Liam Wolfgang.

He placed his hand on the heart and said, "Gosh my name sounds so lovely from the pretty little mouth of yours" I rubbed my templates in irritation. He chuckled and voiced, "Ok I won't tease anymore. I kidnapped you to kill you the cause of the grudge I have for Red Monster". I scrunched my brows and asked, "Who the hell is this Red Monster?". He made a confused face and asked, "Don't tell me RM didn't tell you about his mafia business?". That's when everything came to sense that he is talking about Ian. So, Ian's Mafia name is Red Monster. My thoughts were snapped by Bastian's voice, "Don't you try to lie to me, princess". I nodded my head and replied, "RM didn't tell me his business name t

“But this plane is bigger.” “That seems accurate,” I said. He beamed. “What’s your name?” “Ellie.” “I’m Lucas.” Before I could say anything else, a man appeared behind him, looking apologetic and faintly exhausted. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “He tends to… make friends.” I smiled. “He’s doing a great job.” The man relaxed slightly. “Ever since his mum passed,” he added quietly, “he’s been very social. I think he’s always looking for the next person to adopt him.”

“Do you?” Damien’s breath hitched. He turned to her, their faces inches apart. Her perfume wrapped around him. His gaze dipped to her lips. “Let’s start with names,” he murmured. “You know mine.” She smiled slowly. “Call me Mystery.” “Mystery,” he repeated. Obviously that's not her real name. “And what is Mystery doing in Paris?” “Having fun,” she said softly. “And maybe getting laid.” The honesty stunned him. “Then let me make your vacation memorable,” he said, the words leaving him before he could stop them.