Misterio Novels & Stories

Or even the strange spiral staircase that led upstairs, with each step appearing to hover above the one beneath. None of that made her hold her breath and stand still like a sculpture. It was a person who caused her to freeze like a deer caught in headlights —a bare-chested man who lounged carelessly on one of the large sofas. Lola recognized him almost immediately. Santiago Morales—business mogul, CEO of Infinity Tech Enterprises (and several other sister companies), billionaire playboy, health and fitness expert, scandal extraordinaire… the list went on and on. Oh, and apparently Lola’s best friend’s older brother as well.

He needed me to keep quiet and play along but I would have preferred another method of passing his signal, I dunno maybe like a wink? “Alejandro,” Miguel answered while I avoided the godfather's stare, “ my personal errand boy.” I rolled my eyes immediately the godfather looked away, satisfied with Miguel's answer . “ha ha, funny” I muttered under my breath, “real funny.” In the process something caught my eyes at the corner, “what is that?” I asked, pointing at the huge aquarium at the corner with a man tied hands and legs in it. “Oh, that?” The godfather chuckled, “it's just a safety measure against snoopers. That one here was a journalist who was caught snooping. “

11 THE MOLE ∞≠∞ Don Arnulfo was startled when he heard a knock on his office door. He was so absorbed in reading the latest news that it took him a minute to respond to whoever was at the door. “Come in,” he grimly said. The wooden door made a creaky sound as a man wearing a black tuxedo entered his office. Everybody in the brotherhood called this man Sebastian, although his real name was Carlos Cadavos. He was the Don’s right hand and his most trusted goon. Sebastian took confident steps towards the Don then placed a sealed envelope on his table. Don Arnulfo ripped the top-most part of the envelope and examined the contents. Immediately, his face turned sour. What he was holding right now w

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju

“The Saddler family's heiress is supposed to be engaged to Mr. Johansen. Why is she clinging to someone else?” The chatter didn’t last long. Timothy's authoritative voice soon silenced the crowd. “What’s wrong with my grandson holding his future wife?”

his voice is soothing him… It is Alberto of the Monteverde Mafia Organization.

After hearing her words, Rebecca pounded the table excitedly and drew a conclusion, “Estelle, we guessed right! Mr. Mysterious is Cristofer's twin brother, and they look exactly the same! It must be like this! There’s no other possibility!” Somehow, Estelle still felt that something was wrong. “Rebecca, could it be that Mr. Mysterious is...” “I know what you are thinking about. You are afraid that Mr. Mysterious is Cristofer, right?” “Yes.” “That’s impossible,” Rebecca said. “I’ve got more information from Justin these days. Although it may not be useful, it can indirectly prove that Mr. Mysterious is not Cristofer. Justin said that Cristofer never wears perfume and couldn’t stand the smell

“The male lead is A famous hot actor, but secretly a Mafia leader, a psycho, a sex addict. His backstory was traumatizing and sad. Poor Antonio. But the best part of it …it's nothing like the other dark romance I have read…it's refreshing you know, and the twist is top-notch… action and suspense. I wish he could toy with me too. You don't know how many times I got wet from this mother fucking fictional…seducer… Antonio Montero… I would like to touch myself….” “Okay!! You know what… I don't want to hear about it anymore”. Beauty interrupted, covering her ears. Jessie smirked. “I have downloaded the M********r app already on your phone, searched Luchi Luchy and added it to your library, you ar

I said, still trying to process the miracle that had just walked into my life. Ricardo just raised a brow. “I said I did.” “No,” I said, sitting up a little straighter, “you don’t understand. You. Cooked.” He smirked. “Wow. You make it sound like I just performed heart surgery instead of cracking a few eggs.” “That is heart surgery… for you!” I said, laughing now, because honestly, the idea of Ricardo Lorenzo Moretti, Mafia Boss and certified terrifying man, standing in a kitchen with an apron and a spatula was sending me.

Just when I had hoped she wouldn't know about him, it turned out that she didn't just know about him but also knew a little about who he was. "But he's not even an alpha; he's a vampi." She began to say again, but I didn't wait for her to finish speaking when I began to pray within me, 'Aargh! Please save me, moon goddess,' Deep within me, I was praying for the conversation to end, else I might expose myself. Thinking about Lenhandro alone was already stirring up hatred within me, and if I should speak with the same anger coursing within me, I knew I might end up exposing myself.