미스터리 Novels & Stories

That we were two peas in a pod and that if one of us went somewhere, the other was sure to follow. The most intoxicating scent of honey and vanilla wafted to my nose as I reached the stage. My wolf started running in circles excitedly, and I knew what the smell meant. My mate was somewhere nearby. "Mate," I whispered, and the word echoed beside me; turning my head, I noticed that the scent of his mate had also entrapped Milo. What a coincidence that we should find our mate simultaneously on such an important night.

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time. --------------- It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs. What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped li

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

I hadn’t even read through the work he had given us the day before. Mr. Jones looked at me like he always did and placed the test on my desk and carried on handing out the tests. I was convinced that Kiran had gone to his house and did a forgetting spell on him. It’s the only thing that made sense to me. I looked at the quiz in front of me and then Saga spoke to me in my head. “A, d, c, e , a, a, b, c, c, d, a, b, e, e…” She gave me all the answers and I loved her for helping me. Saga and I put our pens down at the same time and Mr. Jones looked at us.

I came in, intending to read, and found him standing on a chair reaching for something on the highest shelf. I stopped in the doorway. His shirt had come untucked slightly on one side. The reaching had pulled it up just enough to reveal a strip of skin at his hip, and I was a reasonable adult woman who was not going to make anything of a strip of skin at someone's hip but my body apparently had not received this memo because it ceased to function normally for approximately four seconds. I recovered. "What are you looking for?" I said. He glanced down at me from the chair. "A book Lucas wants. Blue cover. I can see the spine, but I can't quite—"

He was uncertain and anxious about his fate by the end of tonight "What do you want with me, then?" The wings folded behind Zafira's back, disappearing inside her body. She slid fluidly off the table and walked around it to the wall covered in crime scene photos, police documents, and news articles. Everything piled throughout Cole's apartment was related to a single case. She plucked a photo from the wall and stared at it intently...

"It’s eight o’clock on a Tuesday, it’s pouring rain, and you’re standing on my mat trying to sell me junk?" "Sir, this isn't just any product," he said, his expression remaining eerily flat. He reached into his case and pulled out a heavy, strangely ornate brass key. "This is a Master-Pattern key. It’s a marvel of engineering. It’s designed to bypass the tumblers of—"

“I didn’t turn a blind eye to what you had with him. He cheated on my mom because of you. You disgust me, Ms. Escobar.” I gripped my skirt with a trembling hand, but it was no use. “Do you have proof? You’re making baseless accusations, Mr. Agrezor.” “I have proof.” We went into the function hall, and I stopped before the stage. Trying to look fearless, I stared into his eyes and held out my hand. “Where? Show me.” He took a step forward and stared back at me. “Bank transactions, photographs, and messages on his phone. Aren’t those enough proofs?”

Thank you to those who still are here and are still patiently waiting for this book to commence. Like I said, I almost forgot this book's entire plot, so if you had asked me a couple weeks ago what MISTRESS was all about, I wouldn't know, I would only look at you blankly. But don't be scared because I had reread the book and darn! I Looked at my work and I shrieked at how I had written the story, I shouldn't have written it in such a bland and knowing way that gives everything off.