Romans & histoires Alisha Daniels Misfits

I said flatly, adjusting my backpack. “Seriously, though,” Alisha said, a small, sly grin on her face. “You realize how lame you are, right? Shaun would never waste his time on someone like you.” She tucked a piece of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. She’d dyed it a pale blonde color, but didn’t do it right, so it looked more dirty blonde. I thought it looked cheap, but her friends raved about how cute it was.

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

If he is her mate, not even the Moon Goddess can save Alisha. She can only pray that it doesn't happen. Mates are meant to love, to be loved. Such a person can never love anyone. They can be obsessed, possessed, but they never can love. Such a freak! “I don't know, Maya. I just don't know. I left everything, the orphanage, Mother Mary, the kids, everything,” Alisha curled her fist, as she tried hard not to shed tears. Her heart is already crying, she is already shattered, she is broken, she is hopeless, but she doesn't want to lose. She just doesn't want to break into tears. She wants to stay strong, even if that means just a little. She is fine with that.