Misterio 소설 & 이야기

“Only coincidentally. At least for the moment. Miss Moore—.” “I beg your pardon.” This time Andrew interrupted. “Would you kindly explain your comment about ‘for the moment’?” “Certainly, Mr. James.” Detective Kelly inhaled deeply, glancing at his partner. “During our investigation, we’ve found Mr. Montero went by several aliases. We’re still trying to piece together what he was doing with each of them. His activities relative to you or Miss Moore appear peripheral at best. If we can find the details of his relationship with your brother, that may help, but with both of them dead and Mrs. Stiles' recent disappearance, we’re at an impasse. Miss Moore, did you ever hear Mr. Montero referred to

"Ms. Manuela Iriz Ibañez, do you take Mr. Uno Juaquin Urquio to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest's words hung heavy, a prelude to a life irrevocably altered. Manuela, her heart a captive bird, knew this wasn't a choice, but a desperate gamble for her brother's freedom. A chilling bargain struck with the enigmatic Uno Juaquin Urquio, a mafia boss whose icy gaze held both danger and a strange, intoxicating allure.

I couldn’t imagine my mother having to suffer through him bonding with anyone else. “I have explicit,” Mysterio’s voice rumbles straight to my core, and the way he's walking closer to me should be criminal, “instructions. You and me?” His breath is so close to me ‌that I can feel the slight breeze it’s creating while it’s passing over my cheek… and it smells like heaven. Like grape, heaven. “We’re about to get real acquainted.” Grabbing my wrist, and pulling it down with enough pressure that I couldn’t move it, he holds it there. If I hadn’t already made a wet mess of my underwear, it might not be bad, but there was for sure a puddle in there now.

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.

It sounded Spanish or Italian. Between the two of them, she was more likely to know a person of Italian or Spanish descent. There was also a possibility that Orlando was a criminal seeing as he was affiliated with Dom. That had her thinking about the cases she'd handled. Thalia took a notebook and wrote down everything she could remember. She sifted through the closed and ongoing cases. She got to the Parisi case and in the middle of remembering the witnesses, everything rushed back. All her memories returned. Including the last moments of her life.

The same master I wanted to know so much, I was almost losing my mind out of curiosity. How? I paused as I stared at him up and down. No wonder he carried so much presence and the other men gave way for him when he was about to come dance with me. Damn it. How did I miss this? But why the fuck was he wearing a mask. Everything about him was mysterious, coupled with the fact that he was wearing hand gloves. Even his name was mysterious– what the fuck was Mysterio?

The figure waiting for me was large and imposing, shrouded in darkness, with a hat obscuring his face and hands concealed in gloves. My steps faltered as I approached, drawing his attention immediately to me. The stranger wasted no time, his voice rumbling through the night air. "Miss Isabella. I have a message for you." My heart skipped when he delved into his jacket, withdrawing a crisp, cream–colored and held it out toward me. Without so much as a second glance, he turned and strode away. My fingers trembled slightly as I peeled back the seal and unfolded the letter within, the bold, scripted words leaping from the page at me.

Mister: [Table number 5, Morzi Restaurant, 8:pm tomorrow] Just like that? We were meeting tomorrow?! I sent a reply. Me: [Okay] And then I quickly browsed about the restaurant, it was a high-end restaurant in the posh part of Seattle with a hotel at the back. Damn! This was really happening. ******************** *LEONARDO* It’s been months since I broke things off with my last pet. Even the ones before him didn’t do it for me either. For the past two years, the thrill of being a master had been dying off slowly and slowly.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.