Mystery Name Novels & Stories

“How… how did you get his picture?” I pointed at the cutout, my voice trembling. She frowned. “You mean… Mystery?” “What… Who?” “Mystery,” she said, as though it was obvious. “The popular singer. No one knows what he really looks like because he always covers his face with that long hair. That’s what we, the fans, call him. Mystery.” The room seemed to tilt around me. “This… this can’t be true.” Her eyes sparkled.

No wonder I kept feeling like I knew him from somewhere. I take the opportunity to register the rest of him, though I try not to stare hard or he’ll deem me a pervert. All I can say is that his name fits his looks. Also, the mystery in his aura stems from his black eyes. If only it were possible to shoo away the mystery; uncover what is behind this cloak of enigma that calls himself a man. Lest I forget, his name is Joghsec. “Are you stalking me now?” I mutter, looking away.

M. At first, I thought maybe a company. But no. The more I stared, the more it felt like initials, like a man leaving his fingerprints without meaning to. Giovanni Moretti. The name came into my head before I even realized I knew it. I’d heard it before, whispered in old conversations, mafia circles, shadows of shadows.

“But first, I’d like to ask you a question.” I took a deep breath and gave him a sidelong glance. “What is it?” I asked. I could still see his grin and crossed arms. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Ana... Ana Mystica.”

she voiced. "It's just a name and a website?" Frederick asked with a frown as he eyed her suspiciously. "Yes," she replied. "I tried to find out more, something like a location or other things, but I wasn't about to get it. I only knew their name was Sinful, an expert on a secret website. Even Mark hasn't met them." Frederick's brows knitted together as he studied the note in his hands. "Sinful," he murmured, rolling the name over his tongue. "And this website... it’s not indexed anywhere, is it?"

when he moved out, I stared at the girl for some time and said. "What's your name?" "Billie...Billie Rolene" she surprised seemed humble and innocent. And I started doubting if it's same Lady who talked back at Adrian. I nodded and a spark came to my mind like...OMG That name Rolene...I know where it's from. It’s TIME! "So, you came for the interview to work here?" "Yeah...but it seems like your son doesn't see any potentials in me...So, I'll just pass. Maybe this isn't my fate" she was about to live when I said

"What's your name? I didn't get it but you know mine." A coyly smile made its way to Damien's face as he replied to Freya. "Just call me mystery guy, Freya." he said, walking off, leaving Freya dumbfounded.

"The killer's name is Ermery!" "Ermery? That's a strange name!" "Maybe it's a codename?" The crowd looked at each other, feeling excited as they knew the identity of the murderer. At the same time, they also had doubts as the name was too strange.

“How do you know so much about us?” He smiled again, this time a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that sent a chill down my spine. “That’s the right question, finally. You can call me—” He paused for effect, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Lorenzo.” My heart stopped. The name sent shockwaves through my entire being. Lorenzo. The name of a man who had been whispered in the darkest corners of the mafia world. The ghost who controlled empires without ever being seen. He was a myth, a shadow—someone no one believed was real.

Sabrina gave him a thumbs up. “We’ll do our best to make this as painless as possible,” Sally the anchor said. “Now, most of us have heard of the mysterious criminal known only as, ‘Ghost’. True crime junkies, internet chat rooms, YouTube channels, podcasts… some much time has been dedicated in trying to find out anything about him. Why do you suppose that is?”