Names Meaning Mystery Novels & Stories

“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 asked staring at the girl. ‘Hmmm, M, M, M…which name starts from M oh??” She muttered placing her fingers above her lips. “Molly?” I asked. “No, we can’t use Molly, your sister might be mistaken we are calling her whenever we call this baby or vice versa,” She said and I nodded. “That’s right, then think of a beautiful name that will fit in,” I said and she began thinking again. “Yeah, what about Mia??” She asked.

“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.

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.

She's about to call Elyra out on her staring, but then a classmate's name caught both of their attention. "Alexandria Mystikov." The girl — guy? — person has a cat-like grin on their lips, their hair is a messy mop of black. They're wearing the academy's trousers and tie for boys, but their shirt suggested that they're not flat. Mr. Zallik paused a bit at the introduction. Anybody would. The Mystikov family has been around for decades, and saying their name sparks controversies. Just being related to the family is enough to get anyone out of trouble with the law.

I would have thought he would have shucked it up to one of those things and moved on. “I could not move on. Not without knowing you are okay and I have not ruined your life. Do you want to know what name I gave you?” He murmured softly with his eyes directly searching my eyes and I found myself nodding. “What name?” My voice was a thread of whisper but I knew he heard me. I could read it in his eyes when his eyeballs changed to a fiery red. “Mystery girl. You were my mystery girl.” His tone was so soft, I was almost jealous of the way he referred to the girl. Until it dawned on me that he was talking about me. I am the same girl. How crazy is that?

I'll read anything, but my favorite books are full of mystery, action, and adventure. I love my moms, but they each have a favorite. I was named after our mother, Cassidy, and Tristan was named after our mother, Tisha. Tristan had his first vision when we were 16. Our mother Cassidy is a Prophecy Wolf, and the gift is passed to one child in each generation. Tristan is younger by two minutes. They bond over their gifts, and hence, he is her favorite. Our mother, Tisha, favors me. She calls us the normies. But I'm not a normie. Im just pretending.