Giorno Holding Mista 소설 & 이야기

She was stubborn and wouldn't let me go home. I shook my head and let out a harsh breath. She wasn't good to hear me. She pulled over the car. Ivan was already waiting for her. He scooted at the car. He was holding a glass of whisky. He pulled the door open for Livia. I held back myself from rolling my eyes. 'She has already planned it. It's not new.' Excitedly, Livia climbed out of the car and jumped in his arms. He locked his arm around her waist. I cast my head down. I opened the door and stepped out. I was still wearing the blue gown and silver stiletto.

he brought out his phone from his pocket, touching the screen like he was texting which made me stop in my tracks and made me even more confused about the creature right in front of me. “Check your personal account balance,” he said, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Excuse you?” I said, but this time with more confusion and frustration in my tone. “I just sent you a thousand dollars, we’re going to have a great time at De Brans and your favourite restaurant this weekend,” he still had that annoying grin. “What?” I was still puzzled at everything. “Come on Mia, it’s Friday, loosen up!” he said and turned to walk away.

One week just passed quickly and Misti invited everyone including Namrata Di also and Misti was very happy that Namrata Di happily informed her that she would come to her birthday and Namrata Di also informed her that she already joined another dance troupe and started to working there. Misti felt genuinely happy for Namrata di after all she was not only her dance teacher/choreographer, Misti always considered her as her elder sister. Misti had no elder sister in her relatives, she had one elder cousin brother Soham who was 10 years older than she, and Misti loved him a lot, he was the perfect lovely caring brother a sister could ever get, he was the only son of Misti's eldest uncle, the big

he continued, “Miss Mark has faced harassment, slander, and constant stalking. She has lost her job and her home due to these false claims.” A lump formed in my throat. I hadn’t anticipated him defending me like that,not in public, not so defiantly. “Thirdly,” he said, “the photograph currently circulating was taken out of context during a chaotic moment. I was helping her after she sustained an injury.” The atmosphere buzzed with a mix of shock and curiosity. Then he dropped the bombshell. “To avoid causing any further upheaval in her life,” he explained, “Miss Martins and I are embarking on a private project together. Think of it as a partnership, temporary but formal.”

“My lady?” “Where have you been the whole effin night?” “My lady,” she said, her eyes kinda confuse, “this place has no day or night. But let's say I'm away the whole night, perhaps because I'm enjoying the feast?” “Feast?” She shrugged, trying hard to hide the confussion in her eyes. “Well-” “Don't you dare to hide a single information from me, Misty!” I almost couldn't stop myself from bursting out. Misty kinda shaken but only sigh after. She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-”

It was a respect mixed with the fearful wonder of knowing that the fortress could crumble at any moment. The air in the G.L. Group’s annual charity gala was thick, not just with the cloying scent of jasmine and expensive cologne, but with the palpable weight of expectation and power. Anna felt the gazes of hundreds of people—all the major players in the city’s economy—on her back. The sudden, forced intimacy of being introduced as Dylan Blake’s fiancée was a bizarre, full-body shock that she had to suppress with every ounce of her professional training. She kept her hand lightly resting on the velvet of Dylan’s bespoke tuxedo sleeve, her fingers anchoring her to the ground. She met the cold,

Malachi, Levi, William, Adara, Jessica, Kiran, and Falcon were all gathered there. “Okay, this is weird,” I said. “You weren’t supposed to bring Kari with you,” Kiran said, and Kari turned to look at me. “What’s going on?” I asked. I looked at Falcon, but he looked down, not able to meet my eyes. Kiran walked toward me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His eyes seemed to blaze with fire. “Ganga undi.” His blue flames enveloped us, and my first instinct was to fight it.

Feeling his fingers in her cleavage, which reached down to her lower back, made her shiver for a moment… “Are you cold?” he asked. “A little bit,” he answered to disguise it. They drove to the parking lot and Diana could admire her car. A black Maserati that sparkled as if it were an exotic jewel. Ian looked like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for her, and for a moment they stood face to face, almost touching noses. “Come in,” he said hoarsely. The car smelled of him, of his manly perfume. Diana closed her eyes for a moment, she wanted to savor a little the chance of having found her and let herself go for as long as she could.