Faye #yoko 소설 & 이야기

-Me) (You’re so lucky they didn’t notice, and we are having a great time. Your fiance is a sweetie and absolutely stunning. I won’t mention the others as we all know how gorgeous they are. -Marysa) (Thank you. I think she is stunning as well. Is everything going ok? I know Tianya and Kyynn can be a handful, which is saying it nicely.-Me) (Everything is going great. They were a little stand-offish at first, but I believe I made friends with them when I offered coffee from across the street and some snacks.-Marysa)

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

-You are Natacha- he said with a flirtatious voice that would melt anyone's legs. -The same, how can I help you- -Come with me- the man raised a spray and activated it in front of the beta's face. She fell into his arms quickly unconscious. The man raised a hand and touched the microphone to his ear –Target 2 captured- Falcon and Zacarias headed to a remote area of ​​the city made up mostly of abandoned factories and scrap metal dumps. The sun was almost setting so the yellowish rays danced over Falcon's tousled hair. He bit between his teeth a strong peppermint candy that his friend had given him, claiming that it would help him contain his anxiety, but he was doing little work. They had be

Me: Either way, I’m screwed, let’s do this! Nabi: Hwaiting! Yumeko: Can I at least get a video of the drama? I think I’m gonna be bored to death. Nabi: What do you mean bored? You have me. Yumeko: Would you French kiss me? Nabi: You’re definitely going to be bored to death Yumeko: Too late! At your door, open up. I’ll swallow your shame while I’m at it. Tamara: Can friends do that? Nabi: Wait… friends can’t French kiss?

"Yayyyy i am the Dadddddddd" Tabby

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

' Faye frowned because she knew something like that was going to happen. However, she had to attend as a businesswoman because Pendleton Howard invited her. She had a grudge against her father, but she could reject him in front of everyone. It would be so awkward. Faye looked at Wilbur, who smiled and said, "Go on. I'll support you no matter what." "Thanks, Boss. Don't regret it." She composed herself and walked towards the stage. Fabian smiled and watched his daughter get on the stage. He held her hand and told everyone, "This is my daughter, Faye Yves. She is currently the CEO of Cape Consortium in Seechertown. It is my pleasure to introduce her."

What other crazy things is Fero trying to do at this point. "Hello... can I talk to Fero? There's something I need to take care of. Tsk... I'm Yuna. Fero's friend. Right now I want to talk to Fero. I've tried to contact him. I don't want to have any intention of picking up the phone which I did. Even now he's deliberately turning off the phone. I think he's doing this on purpose to make my emotions rise. Right now I can't tolerate what he's doing. So I beg you. Please continue. I'm with Fero right now. I don't care, just tell Fero to talk to me right now."

Faye pov I had barely finished the tea Lila brought earlier, barely had time to hold my daughter close and breathe in her clean baby smell, when the tent flap opened and three warriors stepped inside. They wore the pack’s dark green tunics, with their faces serious, and weapons at their sides. One of them—a tall man with short-cropped hair spoke first. “Faye Miller. The elders summon you to the great hall. Now.”