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Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.

Or perhaps, an artist? I frowned. I didn’t see any details related to arts or painting exhibits that should be connected to her name. But well, that could be the reason why her painting was hanged at the CLIA when in fact, she doesn’t even sell any of her paintings. Her proud parents probably placed it there and creating murals might only be one of her hobbies. The same reason why her brother, Nickos, wouldn’t get lost there too. Maybe all his life, he was always at the airport.

Tasha asked and Lisa paused. “I don't know him,I have never seen him before but that isn't what is Important, everything is a trap Tasha!” Lisa said in a panic tone. “I don't understand!” Tasha shook Lisa's shoulder. “There have been transporting Golgothas out of here through the portal.” Lisa answered. “Golgothas?” I wasn't really following. “Yes…the name of these creatures.” Lisa answered me before turning to Tasha. “I think the whole world will be filled with them soon if we don't stop them now.” She added.

As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed. When did I start getting suspicious of Vonn and his crew? Oh, right. It was after I handed over $15,000 to some dude claiming to be Vonn's ex. The more I mulled it over, the more things did not add up. I headed to the police station to share my suspicions. I thought they would laugh me off, but boy, was I in for a surprise. It turned out there had been a string of killings in town, and all the victims were rich, bachelor types living alone.

“Please Alpha,” “If anything goes out of line, I can’t assure you that I won’t act.” He replied calmly and I nodded. Hopefully, nothing went out of line. I exhaled deeply as I pushed the wooden door open only to be welcomed with the familiar scent of booze. One would think this place was a beer parlor but in fact, this was a gathering place for all species. It was a shop for all kinds of artifacts, weapons, grimoires, potions and of course, ingredients. Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes.

his confession brought tears in my eyes. I hugged him tightly for loving me so much. I can see every family member of mine is looking at us adoration and pride. Huge round of applause made us apart from our hug. Thank you so much God for bringing my boring life to interesting, heart breaks, love and most importantly happiest one. I love you so much my dear husband. I don't know why he calls me mysterious? But I was never mysterious, right? THE END.

Author’s POV: A mysterious lake: A small town away from California. People of the town have been seeing this pond over 100 years. But yet they know nothing about that lake like who created it and who is using this.!! Most surprising matter is the water label of that lake never changed and the water is fresh as always. The lake area is restricted and there is a boundary covering the lake. People say that few deaths incident occurred who entered into that area. Some used to say that this is somehow connected to the electric power plant which is around two kilometers away from the lake. But none knew how and why this is connected to that electric power plant.

And the first step to achieving that was just to solve one of the witches mysteries and get promoted to a senior witch; the position came with a broom for flying and the Ingrid spell book. The witches' mysteries were definitely far from being easy. These mysteries consisted of things that were yet to be known, solving unexplainable puzzles and explaining certain causes of some events such as finding out what was at the depth of the Bermuda triangle, or determining the cause of the blood rain, or giving a specific time frame or a cause of the blood moon, or finding out the durations of total solar eclipse.

Speculation ran rampant as individuals attempted to connect the dots, searching for any semblance of a pattern or motive behind these tragic deaths. Yet, amidst this widespread panic, the name of Mason repeatedly emerged as a focal point of terror. Whispers hinted at his involvement, attributing the deaths to some sinister plot orchestrated by this shadowy figure and his loyal soldiers. Mason, however, remained an elusive and enigmatic character, his true intentions and motivations veiled in mystery. Many speculated that he possessed some supernatural powers or dark arts that allowed him to inflict such devastating consequences upon the community.

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