Novelas y relatos de Buenas Noches Amada Mia

Silently, he wished Mia delays more because he was too engrossed in the chat but I guess wishes aren't horses so Mia arrived before he knew it. "Hi, am Mia and you are?" She asks with all smiles looking at Maria. "Am Maria, and I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Ebony skin, brown eyes, and black curly hair. Hey, am not a lesbian. I just admire you truthfully." She said, making sure Mia doesn't take it the wrong way.

The morning after the museum opening, I wake up to a text from Mia. Mia: “Okay so I may have done something and I need you to not be mad before I explain.” Me: “What did you do.” Mia: “So you know how my blog has been doing really well since the gala photos?” Mia: “And you know how I have a responsibility to my readers?” Me: “MIA.” Mia: “I posted about you. Just a small thing. Tiny. A little piece about Adrian Knight’s mysterious girlfriend being a Brooklyn based interior designer with incredible taste. That’s it.”

She glanced at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers through her short hair, before giving a light smile to herself. “Madam will be here in a short while,” the maid spoke in respect. ‘Hah! Now I see where he gets his arrogance from— all of them make me wait!!’ Ada thought inwardly and huffed. “Dear! What brings you here?” Mia who was oddly sweet to her walked into the room with her arms wide open, at first Ada didn’t know how to respond but when she saw Mia getting closer to her she stood up and responded to her warm hug.

I turn on my heels when I don't find her there and make my way to my office passing the kitchen where I quickly pop my head into revealing only empty spaces and then the living room where Madelaine and her friend unconsciously uccupy the sofas. "Mia-Amore." I finally breathe sighingly when my eyes fall onto a very tired and beautiful Mia focusing very hard through her sleepy eyes on the folder infront of her. She has been busy, I scroll over the stack of folders on top of one another on my desk. "Why don't we go to bed and then you can continue in the morning." I take a slight seat on the desk letting my one foot dangle in the air while my other foot supports most of my weight keeping me fro

Madie was looking down on him as he spoke, holding him in her small hands as she listened. She wasn't stupid. Madie was smart. She knew when the conversation topics were awkward for the other person. When it was obvious that her Daddy was uncomfortable talking about his other sibling, she hummed, stopping any more questions coming from her mouth. She could ask him next time. "Nighty, Daddy." she bid good night as she too laid beside him in their bed, immediately going for his chest as a pillow. "Good night, baby" Dario answered, his arms already wrapped around her in a tight hold. Kissing the top of her head good night, he whispered once more "Sweet dreams, mi amor" [my love]

It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room. He stared down the empty hallway, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. No, he thought, shaking his head as a cold chuckle escaped his lips. It is impossible. Valeria was a dirty, frightened maid who groveled on the floor in an oversized apron. Luna was a fierce, commanding queen who moved like sin under purple lights. It was just a coincidence. Madrid was flooded with the same cheap perfumes, and his mind was simply playing tricks on him because he was exhausted. He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-st

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

He thinks of Mia and how beautiful she is. "Riccardo, how can you not remember me? It is me, Amara," Amara asks, and she does not understand how regarding cannot remember who she is. "Can I get another server, please? It would be best if you did not serve me. I know you are my sin to be sister-in-law, but I would appreciate it if you do not call me by my name. I do not even like you and do not want you near my family. Do you understand me? Now go and get us another server," Riccardo says. Gabriel is not surprised that Ricardo is rude to the beautiful woman. He has met Mia and knows Mia is much more beautiful than the blonde standing before them.

accurate. Outside, the city glitters across the dark. Her heartbeat is doing something entirely unprofessional and she cannot get it to stop. *** Mia's phone starts buzzing at seven forty-three the next morning. She surfaces from sleep slowly, reaches for it without opening her eyes, and holds the screen above her face until it comes into focus. [Lisa]: MIA. Did you see the news. What is WRONG with these people. How do they even— [Lisa]: call me [Lisa]: okay I'll just send the link

Mia began to convulse and shake as her eyes rolled back in her head and then she lost control and collapsed with all her bones feeling like they had melted into puddles of pleasure, Gio pulled out and moved off the pile of women in the center of the bed. His fiancées gently rolled her over and rescued Tiffany and then Gio climbed up beside the no longer virgin Princess and began to gently kiss her, waking her. She wrapped her arms around him and said. "Thank you!! Thank you!!" She reached down and grabbed Abi and Fiona, pulling them both up and kissed them "Thank you! All of you!" Mia looked at Tiffany, who climbed up her body and kissed her. "All of you have made this the best night of my l