Novel & Cerita Different Ways To Spell Mia

M•Ï•A͙ (Ɱɛʀciʆɛรร Iɳ Ɑctiѳɳ) Sequence 14 Author's POV ____________________________________________ (Two<2> months later) There were about seven rowdy guys in an uncompleted building, while they were smoking, drinking and gambling a boy ran to them. " Guys, Guys, Guys......MIA is coming, MIA" he shouted and everyone sprang up and ran in different directions.

The word has been hovering in her mind for hours now but she never seems to be able to make any sense of it; developing into some sort of enigma for her ever since she accidentally overheard it the previous night when her parents thought she was asleep. However, finally admitting that her mind is obviously not going to get her anyway, Mia turns to the one thing everyone does when they're confused: the internet. She puts her hands to the keyboard and is about to start typing when she realises that she doesn't even have the slightest idea how the word is spelled. Goddammit! She groans.

You asked a question, I answered it, you are welcome" Mia pointed her index fingers upwards and bent it towards herself. "Oh, it was a rhetorical question." Mia looked down in disappointment after she noticed the way Grace and Juliet stared at her. "I guess I will leave you girls to handle your own problems. Bye Mia" Bella waved Mia bye. "Bye" innocent Mia replied. "Seriously Mia, can't you tell the difference between when you are supposed to talk and when you aren't" Grace's eyes were widened, although she wasn't too shocked about Mia's behavior. From the little time she had spent with her, she had gone to know about Mia's rare condition.

I pointed from Judi to Mia. “Camille, Mia? How does Camille sound like Mia?” Judi looked at me thoughtfully, “it should be something like Mil or Cami instead of Mia” “I prefer Mia, I like the sound of it.” “At this rate, lunch break will be over while you guys are arguing about my name, who'll give a shit about names when you miss lunch.” Mia mumbled in frustration. Judi's face lit up and she smiled, “I like her,” I just shook my head and headed towards the cafeteria. Judi put her hand around Mia and they trailed behind me, as she ranted on about some sex inducing drug while Mia listened raptly.

Frankie asked, his voice breaking the spell that had kept them frozen. “P-O-Q, Frankie,” she replied. “POQ? That doesn’t even spell anything,” Frankie said with a smirk. “Maybe you need to brush up on your basic English skills before you come and work for me.” “It means piss off quick,” Mia growled, the swear words tasting delightfully illicit on her tongue. “Now, let’s do this.”

Act fine when I'm not and lie about the way I feel. I met Miss Mia's kids earlier. Names are Kira-the teen, and Merliah. Both pretty and kind at the same time. Kira is the shy type but I can sense she is an intelligent kid with a bright future ahead. Merliah is the extroverted one. She's jolly and a curious cat that she came to the point of asking me what's my favourite planet. The time we spent together is short since they need to go home. Miss Mia is an independent woman and I admire her for raising two great kids without any man helping him raise her kids- aside from Sir Flinn who's paying her salary.

-Mia, I say, my own senses loving the sound of the name. She remains silent for a while, dampening my hopes a bit before she squeales in glee and excitement. -Oh my God, Jay! This is the perfect name!- Her screechy voice makes me wince a little, but I am so happy. I can finally call my wolf by a name and not just by 'my wolf.' Mia is a beautiful name. It is a perfect name. It is kinda unusual in the werewolf world but it is a really good name.

"I'm not Maria! I'm not Charles' wife, my name is Mia Lesser, you caught the wrong person!" "Got the wrong person?" The man frowned, pinched Mia’s face and looked left and right, laughing, "Little girl, stop struggling. Just wait for Charles to bring the money and we will let you go..." "I'm telling you, you got the wrong person. I'm not Charles' wife!" Mia was unnaturally angry. Seeing the man's disbelief, she tried her best to explain. "My name is Mia Lesser, I look very similar to Charles' wife. If you don't believe me, you can check it online. of course, you have to look up the information on the internet, I'm really not Maria! I have no relation to Charles at all!"

"Mama taught us! Mama knows ALL the dances. She knows salsa and merengue and—and—what's the other one, Mama? The one with the hips?" "Bachata," Mia supplies. Her voice is strained. "Yeah! That one! She's really good! You should see her! Oh wait—you DID see her! Just now! When she was spinning! Wasn't she amazing?" "She was," I say, looking directly at Mia. "She is." Mia looks away. Her hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear even though it doesn't need tucking. It's a nervous gesture. I remember it.

But Mia? Mia was mine to claim and break.