Icarly Missy Novels & Stories

Ellie says looking shocked and deeply hurt, "Mommy I thought..." "Shh baby," Missy quickly cuts her off, "Let me finish. I hated you because you were so very young sweet and adorable, and as you got older and finally reached full maturity, your cuteness changed to beauty, your adorableness changed to sexiness and I found myself deeply, deeply attracted to you." Now Missy decides to play her trump card. She waves one hand in the air, saying something in Latin, which causes the ties that bind Ellie's wrists together to fall off.

Her fingers were a little shaky, but her voice was soft and brave. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I… I can answer.” Everyone looked at her. “My name is Missy,” she said, twisting her fingers under the table. “I’m nineteen. I love drawing and singing a lot. I don’t… have a boyfriend.” She paused, as if expecting someone to laugh or scoff or roll their eyes. No one did. Even Enzo stayed quiet now. “I live with my mom,” she finished. “Yeah. That’s… that’s it, I guess.”

He said, lifting up his right hand in surrender while the other regulate the car’s motion. Missy rolled her eyes, adjusting her sitting posture as she brought out her phone, tapping on the screen as she wind her attention off to operating the mobile. It’s been awhile since she checked on her school’s group chat, and know what’s up with them all. She logged online to their school app; Ping, opening the group chat created for her mates. It seems most of them all are active and were discussing random teenager related stuffs as her phone kept vibrating with messages. EllenJos: Missy is that you? When did you become such a ghost? And did you know there’s a girl right now trending on the internet

“That’s just stupid, you get who you get because that person is perfect for you.” “What if the goddess makes mistakes?” Missy turned in the hallway and looked at Jane with big eyes as she gripped her shoulders. “The goddess doesn’t make mistakes, Jane. Let’s head to your first class before Billy comes howling down the hallway and slobbers all over you.” “You know I never told him he was my favourite.” Missy grinned then looking a bit evil. “Oh man, I’m going to have so much fun with that one. Whatever you do, just agree with me and play along.”

He said. Missy was one of the best secret agents of the Miller Security Agency. She was our classmate in high school, but she was actually working as Peggy’s bodyguard. Although Peggy wasn’t a true Miller, Missy stayed by her side to protect her. “What do you think happened? She seems fine from the past few weeks. I can’t think of anything that would make her leave.” I said, trying to calm myself because Kyle wasn’t. “Do you think she’s scared of being tied? I mean she’s pregnant and young. She would be a mother and a wife.” I continued.

they called out for her in unison. However, Valentine, who was busy with cooking didn’t turn to look at them. She almost winced due to the voices of her best friends. “Hey.” “Don’t you ‘hey’ us! Do you not miss your gorgeous friends, V?” Missy intended on allowing her voice to tremble as she hugged behind Valentine and sunk her teeth to her shoulder. “M!” Valentine yelled irritably. Missy was known for biting. Her perfectly white capped teeth just couldn’t stop biting.

Emara Stone I am so happy, like someone gave me drugs for free. LOL. Just kidding. Maybe not. LOL, no. Haha! Hotty told me to get home safely. The girl, the vagina, the drunk butterflies in me shake like a vibrator. No, like a volcano, an earthquake! I leave his cabin with a big smile on my face from ear to ear, like I got my driving license or my degree. As I don’t have both. I try to do twerking in the office’s corridor that I learned from the YouTube tutorial as I am so happy right now, but then I straighten up as I don’t want to get caught in the cameras. As I was about to leave, the telephone on my table rings.

Carlea also commented. "That's right. She knows you very well, Missy." Zenny laughed as well. One of their friend, Allie, laughed too and gave a thumbs up. "It's because you're too sensitive. You're too conservative that everytime you hear a sex organ, you get blushed right away." Missy told Amber. Amber just shrugged her shoulder. "Alright! Since you have chosen dare, here's what you're going to do." Missy pulled out a rolled paper from her bag then she immediately hands it to Amber.

Her little hands go still. She blinks up at me. “Hi.” My throat tightens. “Hi.” “This is Missy,” Camile says, casually sipping her tea. “She’s three. Her favorite color is purple. She hates peas. And she thinks the moon follows her when she walks outside.” I can’t look away. Missy. Missy. The name thuds through my chest like a heartbeat. Camile lets the silence stretch before adding, “She also has your laugh. And your ears.”

[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.