Dear Missy Novels & Stories

Even in her stilt- heeled white go-go boots, he was taller. Humming with catlike pleasure, Missy twined slender arms behind his neck. She was fully made up and, as a result, didn’t tongue-kiss him. “I forgot what a lovely big brute you are. Clearly, it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other.” She pouted, which wasn’t his favorite expression, though her expertly painted mouth was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Rebecca’s, his treacherous memory pointed out.

I added even as my voice bore the weight in my heart, Missy nodded her head in response, "That's so sweet of you," She exclaimed enthusiastically, "and to be honest with you, I'm so happy for you, girl because you deserve all the happiness in this whole wide world." She added in one breath, her words coated with warmth as she spoke. I nodded my head repeatedly in response, but then, Missy's gaze drifted into space and I could tell she was contemplating her thought, but before I could inquire about it, her words came again.

"Sir, you have the wrong person." But Dante didn't care. He strode up to me, his eyes full of excitement and joy. "Emby, I couldn't be wrong. You must be Emby!" I frowned, trying to avoid his touch, but it was too late. Dante grabbed my hand, his voice trembling. "Emby, I've missed you so much. I've thought about you every single day for these three years!" I sighed and forcefully pulled my hand away. "Sir, you really have the wrong person. I don't know you."

We are just actively, trying to completely reclaim our own independence. Exactly one entire hour later, a completely loud, and entirely obnoxious knock echoed through my apartment. I opened the door to find Missy standing there. She was, already dressed in a completely tight, glittering silver mini-dress that caught the hall light every single time she breathed. She held a completely massive, and entirely half-empty margarita glass in her hand. She had fully, delivered on her promise to arrive with the necessary alcohol. We actively spent the next chaotic forty-five minutes doing our makeup.

To: Miss Sandoval Can I call? He waited for three minutes when his phone beeps for a message. He smiled bitterly when he received a reply from her. From: Miss Sandoval Sorry, I'm sleepy. He heaved a sigh. It's just a casual message but it sounds sarcastically. Without any hesitation, he dialed her number and in just two rings, Mari answered his call. "What do you need, Mr. Montero?" A cold voice lingers on his ear. "Nothing," he answered.

Her fingers were a little shaky, but her voice was soft and brave. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I… I can answer.” Everyone looked at her. “My name is Missy,” she said, twisting her fingers under the table. “I’m nineteen. I love drawing and singing a lot. I don’t… have a boyfriend.” She paused, as if expecting someone to laugh or scoff or roll their eyes. No one did. Even Enzo stayed quiet now. “I live with my mom,” she finished. “Yeah. That’s… that’s it, I guess.”

Dia membuat gerakan tangan memotong udara seolah-olah itu batas. "Aku miskin." Merry menambahkan dan itu menyatakan dirinya sendiri jika dibandingkan Arnold. Bersambung.

dasar maniak kopi. "Celine," sapa Maddie padaku, aku tersenyum singkat kearahnya lalu kududukan diriku dikursi seperti biasa. "apa kau sudah sarapan?" tanya Maddie lagi aku menoleh menatapnya, "sudah tentu saja. aku tidak harus menanyakan mu kan? semuanya sudah terlihat jelas dimejamu itu.” ucapku membuat Maddie terkekeh

Gadis itu menjawab sembari ikut mengawasi Kia. "Ah, dan satu lagi ..." Reanna menambahkan. "Kamu tahu? Ternyata dr. Adams itu seorang duda, loh!" ekspresi wajahnya terlihat begitu serius ketika mengatakannya. Seakan hal yang ia sampaikan adalah berita yang sangat penting. Sedangkan kedua mata Tisha membola mendengarnya. "Wow, sugar daddy, eh? Ternyata seleramu bagus juga. Tampan, matang dan seksi." Tisha terkikik di akhir katanya.