My Mysterious Life Novels & Stories

“Craig put a lot into building this hideout. This wasn’t the place we started hiding at first.” It was an opening. The whole overthrow issue, plus the prophecy, and the fact that I was supposed to become their future Luna, was still a mystery to me. “When did your uncle overthrow Craig?” I asked. Her steps faltered. “This is not a topic I like to discuss. Especially in the open.” She paused at a door similar to mine. Now that I looked, almost every door in the cabin resembled mine. “Come in.” A fresh breath of air, scented with the woods, filled my nostrils. The room was smaller but tidier than mine.

"It's none of your business, Nyla." Uncle Matthew moved to pick up my empty plate. Uncle Matthew's distinctive perfume wafted back to me. My heart was doing something strange again. It was beating fast with us being so close. I snorted in annoyance as I turned my face in the opposite direction of Uncle Matthew. "I'm just curious, right? Who knows, someday I could be like Uncle Matthew, who is rich and can relax at home." I looked back at him with a slightly controlled heartbeat. Uncle Matthew seemed to exhale, then glanced at me with that cold look. "It's a secret. Like you said, stay out of my business."

Mysterious said and Ramon gasped. " Fine but who are you walking for? " Ramon asked confusily and mysterious smirked. " I don't work for anyone, I am a loner and I am always curious to know what is in that scroll for ten good years, Thanks for giving me the real one and besides you can have the replica of the scroll " Mysterious said holding the scroll, Ramon had given him the scroll and he left and Ramon sighed deeply while staring at the replica.

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.

Joe said. "What? That's ridiculous, you're never afraid. It's the quality I admire the most about you," Kurt said. "But I am now. All our lives, we've had to deal with Sister Agnes and the nuns at the orphanage, rude store owners and stupid security guards. We could handle that but this, assassins with magical abilities, a destiny written in the stars, prophecy? I don't think I'm up for that," Joe said. "He's right," Lydia cut in, "I also wanted to know where I really came from but this was not what I was expecting. I can't do it either. It's too much all at once," She said.

She looked at me with a smile. Throughout the shopping, my mind was dominated by what I saw earlier. I had some doubts and most importantly confused. One question was still on my mind which is " Those it mean he is the mysterious Fred's father or is he related to any of the fathers." After shopping which latest for two hours, my foot was sore. Immediately I entered my room. I collapsed on the bed leaving the shopping bags on the floor. Throughout the dinner, I was so preoccupied that any discussion was not for me.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

She'd cleaned out his bank accounts and vanished without a trace. He wanted to call the police, but then he discovered that every piece of information she'd given him was fake. She was a professional con artist. She'd pulled the same trick on countless men, torn apart countless families. Even the police couldn't find her. She'd sold his house too, pocketed the money, and run. After that, my uncle ended up on the streets, drowning in regret, wishing he'd never driven Aunt Maggie away. Years later, I'd graduated and was working overseas. On a flight, I saw Aunt Maggie again.

He looked up with that easy grin, holding out a muffin like a peace offering. “You look like hell,” he said. “Didn’t sleep much,” I muttered, taking it anyway. He watched me for a second too long, worry creasing his brow. I wanted to tell him. About the whispers in the dark. About Damien’s hand on my jaw. About how his voice lingered in my head, calling me mine. But the words stuck in my throat. And then, as if summoned by my silence, the air shifted. The lecture hall fell quiet, a ripple of tension spreading through the rows. I didn’t need to look up. I knew.

"Why did none of the medical tests ever reveal its existence?" "Perhaps you're unfamiliar with the parasitic poisons from the Mogerra territory. These parasites are cultivated from young and fed fresh blood daily. Once it enters a person's body, it will hide itself within the blood vessels and become exceedingly difficult to locate," Cassian explained. "Moreover, the parasitic poisons of the Mogerra territory are extremely mysterious. There are ways to ensure the parasite can't be detected through modern medical equipment." Hearing this, the three other doctors looked horrified.