Dearest Missy Novels & Stories

From the folder, I pulled out a sheet of paper. “Your Honor, I have a record of the chat history between Taylor and Ivy when he was cheating on me. The date is March 8, my third day in the hospital after a miscarriage.” I read out, “Ivy: I miss you. Can you drop by today? “Taylor: I can’t. I need to see the old lady in the hospital. I can’t stand her whining. “Ivy: Come back quick. I bought some new lingerie. “Taylor: Sure thing. I’ll sneak out once she’s asleep. Oh, what do you fancy for breakfast? I’ll pick it up on the way.”

"I love you too." Before we decided to go upstairs, Duke ordered a pizza so that I will not cook anymore. We ate the pizza in the living room while watching a series movie then after that we already go upstairs to take a rest. The whole day made me stress and I don't know how I will sink everything in my mind. Lots of thoughts running on my head and I don't know how I will deal with it one by one! "Baby," Duke called me in his husky voice, "I miss you." His one hand is moving towards my boobs.

I heard a voice say from the intercom. “your neighbor.” I replied with a smile while facing the camera, not even a second later the door opened and I was met face to face with a very beautiful woman. Probably the jerk’s mother. “hello ma’am.” “oh, do not call me ma’am makes me feel so old. My name is Freya and you look so beautiful and familiar.” She said with a bright smile that made her look even more beautiful if that was possible. “Okay Freya, I am Lizzy Greene.”

Maybe. Dearest Miss Pretty; It's been a couple of years since you're gone and I decided to stop searching for you. I have to focus on my studies and fix my life, you know. My life was a mess and there's no one to blame for this but me. My life had become empty, my life has no direction no more. I don't know, I just felt so devastated when you're gone and the next thing I knew, my life turned miserable.

Wife's Stuff: Hey, come here quickly, I really miss you, Honey. Ed Shane: You are absolutely nuts, Ivy. What if she wakes up? Not long after, the marketplace read the message and was seen typing. Wife's Stuff: Let's just play it safe, don't make too much noise. She won't wake up. Come on Honey, don't you miss me? To my body? Don't you love me anymore? Huh?!

I asked, feeling the tension in the air. "It's about Missy," Sister Mary said, looking at me with concern in her eyes. "What happened to Missy?" I asked, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. "She had a dream last night," Sister Rizza explained. "She dreamt of the end of the world, and you were the reason for it." I felt a chill run down my spine. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "She saw you in her dream," Sister Mary continued. "You were standing in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by destruction and chaos. She heard your voice, and it was as if you were commanding the monsters to attack."

I smile happily as she laughs. Cayden lifts a brow at her as she shakes her fist in the air. “This is their mistake. Missy hates this top! She just has it because I keep stealing it from her as I love it! But she would never wear it. Not even to clean floors. As if she would wear it to meet her lover!” “You have to believe me!” I plead, looking back at Cayden. “I love you! How could I do this to you? After all we have been through!”

Mari had a little chitchat with her friends at the Night club. She's wearing a backless black silky dress that hugs her curves. She looks dashing tonight and the electrifying lights of the club were matched into her skin. "Hey, Miss," someone called her. She glances at the stranger. "Yes? Do we have a problem?" She asks, confusedly. The guy took a piece of paper inside his pocket and handed it to her. "Read it," the guy uttered.

"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."

Ellie, warming to the game, sways her chest slightly, brushing her nipples across his poor lips. "Don't you dare open that mouth of yours dear and try and taste your young daughter's delicious cherry nipples or..." Missy gives him a stern look knowing she need not finish her threat.