Blessed Are The Misfits Novels & Stories

They’re pretty childish despite their age. Again, condolences. If there is another Goddess Blessed, it means I died and couldn’t do anything about the vampires, or there is another calamity going on. I’m sure you can solve whatever it is. And I hope there’s no more Goddess Blessed that would arrive. We might be referred to as the Goddess’ Messenger, but still, we’re just a bad omen of what is about to happen. That’s why: don’t trust anyone. Not even your fate-mate.

Despite the sunny day, it felt like a cloud was hanging over her head. Waffles were her favorite but even those didn’t taste good to her. She tossed the plate into the nearest garbage can on the side of the road. Things had been going well all things considered. Most of the town hated her for some unknown reason but it wasn’t just her. It seemed as though anyone that wasn’t local was shunned.

It's just that, it clicked, she just blinked and then Blanche already won the race, what's more, jealous of that, she didn't even try. That's why, Misha was living her life thinking that there are two types of people, the fortunate and the unfortunate; there were just people who were born with a silver spoon, who doesn't need to strive because fate was already on their side from the start. While those unfortunate ones need to double-time always, they need to compensate every aspect of their life because they think they're not good enough, that they're not worthy, that if they don't strive to give back what they received they wouldn't get it back again.

“If my pregnant best friend almost fell into another dimension down the stairs, I’d never leave her side again.” Hazel burst out laughing. Ema’s expression softened after a second though. “But seriously…” She sat beside her gently. “You scared all of us.” Hazel looked down quietly, one hand instinctively resting over her stomach. “I know…I got scared too.” Ema immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “But everything’s okay now.” She smiled softly at Hazel’s bump. “You survived.” A teasing grin appeared. “And little bean survived too.” Hazel laughed quietly at the nickname. Just then, Ema’s eyes widened dramatically again.

Vincent asked as we continue walking. “Yea, her name Misuki.” “I have a son that is in her age also. His name is Brandon,” Vincent replied, “I have two kids to be exact and the other one is the elder. Her name is Britney.” “I also have one child but she is two months old and her name was Sakura. They both lovely like their mother,” Natomi proudly said. Vincent laughed. “Yea, children are a lovely gift for a parents like us.”

a worker approached. “Yeah, sure. Please excuse me” Chelsea left and her client and I were left so I took the chance to ask. “What do you mean by new prospect?” “A new guy. She should not forever mourn. The dead is dead and she can’t change that fact. You two look good together anyway” “Whatever you say reflects who you are” “What did you say?” “Oh, I thought we don’t care about manners here. Apologies ma’am” “You don’t have the right to talk shit to me”