Danmachi Misha Novels & Stories

she said which made me confused. I was in too much pain to think about who she was talking about. We have been to many missions together so I have no idea who she's talking about. In fact, if I killed her so-called crush that means he wasn't a good person and I don't kill innocent people for no reason. She showed me a picture of him and that's when it clicked. It was a picture of the dude from the American Mafia that we killed, he was an African American man and had tattoos on his hand. He was also the one who flirted with Sophia.

Ana smiles, “I'd like you to meet someone, Mish.” I extended my hand to the gorgeous woman who Ana called Mish. “I'm Damon.” She grins as she nods, “I am Misha.” Her sultry voice soothed my soul like a lullaby. We shook but as soon as her palm touched mine I felt it. She did too as I watched her pupils widen, and a brief smirk adorned her lush shimmering pink lips. We held the handshake for a beat too long causing Ana to giggle. “You both can thank me later,” she said with a naughty smile.

I have a feeling I give too much away when it comes to Master D. When the woman's orgasm starts, Damian inserts the plug in her ass and Miss Screams A Lot lets loose. It's an irritating high-pitched cry, but I guess some men like it. Oh, Lydia, thy name is jealousy. I smile and at that moment, Damian looks straight into my eyes. His ignite and I return his gaze with answering flames before I can stop myself.

His eyes were undressing her on the dance floor and she was completely oblivious to it. Mishka slammed her hand on her desk, and her nose flared. "You don't fucking own me, Mikhail. No one does. Ruining Jonathan over a damn dance? That’s psychotic ." She barked at me. A little human I could easily snap her neck barked as a Lycan alpha. Mishka has truly gotten too brave for her good. I laughed out, my voice was a mix of amusement and restrained anger.