Names Meaning Mystery Novels & Stories

The older she became, the more it showed not in her beauty, but in her resistance. Was it possible? He thought back to her full name: Maya Maria Amira Mensah. He had never connected it before. Her second name was rarely mentioned. Everyone just called her Maya or sometimes Maya Marie. But now, after everything… could it really be her? He stood abruptly and began pacing the room. How could he have missed this? Why hadn't he asked more about her childhood? Her background? Her past had always been a mystery carefully guarded by her parents, and Maya herself. Could that be why?

“Anyway, I know your family name is Hans, and your birthday is on December 31st.” Mr. Mysterious’ heart jolted when he heard this. “You... You know my birthday?” Then he said to himself, ‘Estelle, you... you know that I’m actually Cristofer? Did you hear what I said just now?’ All of a sudden, Mr. Mysterious stiffened and panicked.

“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.

At this she unfolds both her arms and legs and turns to face me, her face more open. “Really, did you find anything?” Her face lights up as she asks. I can't help but smile at how beautiful she is when happy. I nod, and Aries comes and leans against the table beside us. “We think so, the only pack with a missing heir and the second name Silver is a pack called Mystic Creek, It's not as big as this one but a good pack” I say and watch a whole heap of emotions cross her face.

“They are one of the oldest, most powerful and feared packs in the country.” “Their name?” I thought I must have misheard Camilla when she first said the name, but when I asked her to repeat it, my stomach churned and I was so close to throwing up, I felt sick enough to pass out. “Mystic Moon.”

I wonder what they need a second vice President for though. I quickly dashed into the bathroom and took my bath in a flash. In some minutes,I was done dressing up and had picked up my notepad to inform my personal assistant and my secretary about the contract. I instructed Vivian to look into the Roberge's company vice President and how to coarse he or she into signing with my company. Vivian called back later to tell me that the person is anonymous and hardly attend meetings unless it was something so serious. And that when the person shows up , it's always with a mask,the person is rumoured to be quick-witted,spots mistakes far better than anyone and makes a good deal of it,with high IQ an

Angry at the world, angry with everyone. ...... As I slept on the cell, I had a dream. In the dream, there was the Mysterious guy. He was saying something to me. He told me that I don't belong here. I belong to a place, far from Earth. He told me he lived there and will be waiting for me. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name is Alec but if you get there, call me Prince Alec." "Come with your she'll, I'll be waiting for you" he said and disappeared.

"Dove?" "Shit, I have no idea why I called you that" he smacked his head making me giggle "Seems like I am not the only mad one" "And it made you happy" he said flashing me his white set of teeth. "You still haven't told me your name" I asked, at least if it's the only thing I get. "Alfa" he said and my eye widened "Cool right" Mysterio once told me his name is cool and truly this is the coolest name I have ever heard, hell I never knew someone will bear Alpha as a name.

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.

Or is she more soft-spoken and motherly? "Oh yes she did, she wanted to know every detail about my 'mystery brunette'" He chuckles lightly, the nickname seems to be growing on me somewhat. I don't think I'm a mystery at all, I think I'm somewhere in the middle of a mystery and an open book.