Charmix Musa Novels & Stories

Charlie nodded and said lightly, “It’s a Healing Pill. This pill can help you break through to become a five-star martial artist quickly. Didn’t you say that you haven’t gotten used to breaking through to becoming a four-star martial artist? You might as well get used to being a five-star martial artist at the same time, then.” Rosalie was suddenly dumbfounded. She never would have dreamt that this was what Charlie meant when he said that he would save her some trouble earlier. Just as she was feeling so flattered that she was at a loss for what to do or say, Charlie said faintly, “I’m going to refine the pills now. You should use this time to absorb and digest the pill. You will be able to

Perfect timing. Then I lean in, catching a trace of her perfume— an unsettlingly familiar scent. It tugs at something old and unwelcome in my chest, and I crush the feeling instantly. "That's why we're going to work together on a music project," I whisper. "With you as the main character." The doors slide open. I step back just as quickly, sauntering out of the elevator, her bewildered stare burning into my back.

Maggie said grabbing her hand and holding tight as they interlocked fingers. "Maggie, I can't do this without you, we're a team nau, please nau.." "Alpha Tango 455 Charlie Delta" Maggie says weakly. "No Maggie, you gotta Alpha Tango that yourself...". "Say it..." she interrupted grabbing Roma tighter. "Alpha Tango 455 Charlie Delta" "That's my girl" she smiled weakly. "That's my password to everything" "I'm at peace now..." she chocked a little and coughed. "No... Please ... Maggie, no..."

A voice came in behind him, Blaze whined and glared at her. "Mia, I hate you." He said, looking at his mate wearing a lab coat. "I love you too. Hey Max and Mattia!" She said waving at them, she hugged both of them, Max hated her hugs. "Of course, you still hate my hugs." She pouted and glared playfully toward Max. "No wonder you hate contact physics." Mattia poked his cheek, Max growled and slapped his cheek. "I heard that Mr Black found his mate." She yelped happily.

Sean, at last, popped a pill to numb the relentless pounding in his head. The fierce struggle with his wolf last night had caused him this splitting headache. "Fuck," he cursed, massaging his temple. Closing his eyes, he leaned back on the couch and memories began to play behind his lids like a movie. They kissed. And he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way her mouth had felt against his, soft and warm. He had heard rumors that witches often had foul breath, but hers… hers was sweeter than a newly bloomed rose, so intoxicating he ached to taste it again.

Her eyes were blue as cave pools and distant as the stars. Madame Skia clicked her tongue at the girl. “Miasma,” she said, “You have been indulging too much in the chariko again. It is for the clients, stupid girl.” Miasma continued to smile. Her curly hair seemed to float around her head in a cloud of silver and gold. Chariko was the name of the spice Ilyria had smelt in the vestibule. They provided it to … clients? Ilyria felt uneasy. She had learned many things listening in on the merchants’ conversations. Not all of them had made sense at the time.

They're simple dishes yet they have such intricate flavors. I could tell Alex made a lot of effort towards making sure that I would enjoy every item on the menu. The desert finally came. The waiter lifted the cloche and it revealed a small chocolate mouse cake garnished with orange peels and white chocolate as decoration. I grabbed the knife and proceeded to cut the mouse in half, but instead of cutting through, it cracked underneath the knife. I let it crumble and it revealed a velvet box underneath.