Icarly Ireunite Missy Novels & Stories

Once she finds a steady rhythm, I say, “My sister died while we were trying to escape and find the Sun Warriors.” Carolina’s hands stutter, and she loses a strand of the braid. It doesn’t matter anyway because Missy stands up to face me. “That’s really sad,” she says. I nod, fighting back the tears that are blurring my vision. Without hesitation, Missy crawls into my lap, wrapping her arms around me as far as she can reach. I hold her gently so that she can climb off whenever she wants. She doesn’t for quite a while. “Maybe instead of being our friend,” Missy says, “you can be our sister.”

The enigmatic connection between Aleah and Hunter only added to his confusion, leaving him more uncertain than ever. When Missy was finally discharged from the hospital, the group decided to unwind at a picturesque beach resort managed by Marisol. Wanting to provide a much-needed reprieve for everyone, especially Missy, Marisol graciously treated Aleah, Hunter, Rafael, Claire, and the children to a seaside escape. The serene waves, golden sand, and warm sun seemed like the perfect way to help them relax and heal. This trip was particularly for Missy—a chance to momentarily forget the hardships she had endured, including the loss of her mother.

The less we had to buy long term, the better, especially with this many mouths to feed. When the councilor Ash Black came to me and suggested the council was on board with letting us mark Missy sooner, I could not have been more fucking elated. Ryan and I both thought we were dreaming. Then we decided since literally everyone would be coming out for today’s ceremony why not have it all in one day?

Viren and I will go first; we can't linger because, of course, the client is already waiting for us," Ellen reasoned. Carissa just smiled at seeing Viren and Ellen leave. "I failed again, dammit." Carissa stomped her feet in annoyance because she again failed to destroy Viren and Ellen's relationship. Carissa immediately took out her cellphone, typed a message to Rey, and said that the mission this time had failed, but Viren and Ellen's relationship was still fine. Rey, who read the message from Carissa, was not disappointed at all; she was worried that something would happen to Carissa. Rey also asked Carissa to come to the office because she really missed her boyfriend.

It’ll look so bad! [Julie Nixon: Agreed!] Ian appeared out of nowhere. [Ian Carter: WHAT?!! What did I miss?] [Ian Carter: When did you guys meet up? And why wasn’t I invited?!] [Ian Carter: HELLOOO! Am I still your best friend?? Why are you guys ignoring me?!] [Ian Carter: Who’s pregnant?! Nicole????] [Ian Carter: Is this true? @NicoleStanton] Ian sent a series of messages, which pushed Yvette and Julie’s messages to the top.

But it was warm. Missy talked a little more. Showed Nico her frog drawing again, told us about a book she started writing, and even said she might try drawing the ice cream cone next. For a moment, everything was okay. The stares, the name, the restaurant tension all forgotten in the face of strawberry swirl and quiet laughter. But as I watched her, I knew the world would come for her again. And when it did, I hoped she’d still have that laugh and people like us to catch her.

Why am I realising now how unhealthily thin she's become? "Anyway..." Janet says, obviously trying to break the awkwardness happening between us. "Is that Eric and Cayden? Wow, I'm really glad that they're back to being friends." I can only nod at her question. "Anyway, thanks for yesterday. And I'm really sorry for being a jerk, I've just realised now. I hope we can be friends." She beams at me and punched my shoulder lightly. Just like before, all I could do was nod. "I'm late for class, but I'll see you around?"

Just like when you won 200M in the Lotto, your paper is messed up. "I think I want it too. Because the rate was raised for me. Also for CJ's studies. You know it's only been two years, he's already in secondary school." This time I was the one who signaled him to come closer. "That's only two, Anne. Your brother or your 'wives'," then I laughed in his ear. He hit me while holding his left ear. "Come on! I'm going to deliver you!" * * * "Everyone! This is Iris, from senior Ivan's team. And she chose our team for her next three months of working! Hope we can get along well," sen-miss Stacey said happily to the team.

[Annie, sorry to bug you again! I bought a box of cherries. Can I leave it with you for a bit?] [Annie, my mom sent some Milano cookies. They're super fragile. Can you set them aside for me? Thanks!] My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Every message in the pickup station group chat was asking me to hold somebody's package. I logged the new deliveries while replying with quick "Got it" messages. Then Mrs. Warner from Unit 401 sent a voice message, sounding genuinely grateful.

I needed the cool, sterile environment of spreadsheets and accounts to drown out the memory of Maverick’s hands on my waist at the club. ​"Good morning, Aurora," Missy said, sliding a venti caramel macchiato onto my desk before I had even sat down. She looked tired, likely from the same restless weekend I’d endured. "Are we still doing the... lunch?" ​"I have to," I sighed, taking a long sip of the liquid gold. "If I duck out now, Scarlett wins. She wants me to look like the 'other woman' who is afraid of the fiancée. I won’t give her that satisfaction."