M.i.n.e Novels & Stories

I would be alone, and it's time to make some moves. … On all corners, the place was massive, with cameras on every corner. Looking from upstairs, I saw two huge guards at the entrance. There was no way I could get through them. I gave up and turned to find more doors out of the room. I looked at the guard who was probably on alert watching me, and in front of me lay an elevator. I smirked. I pressed the blue button and it opened, I walked in and pressed it and it closed up. Well, a camera was watching me, I raised my middle finger to it and shouted, "Fuck you."

They parked on a small quaint-looking street, just off the main strip. The sign over the restaurant read MORENO'S. She felt her stomach tighten and wondered if his parents or brothers would be there. What was he thinking? This was too soon. She wasn't ready for it, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Am I the only one doubting Mei's innocence? Niran sounds so real 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love y'all 😍😍🥰

—What do you mean, excited, why? —MATE is close; I can feel it—. Kira in my mind and I couldn't help but get nervous. —Don't get too excited; we might be disappointed; we don't need any MATE,— I said, trying to keep her under control and kept my focus on the road. RED WINTER PACKHOUSE

KNOCK! "Lord Master, it's me Elijah..".(Elijah) "Come in…take a seat over there..". I pointed at the chair near the table, Mina who's been supporting her immediately have her sit on the chair, and stand beside her. Mina was a 210cm high minotaurus lady, amongst the slave she possessed the most sexy and voluptuous body, L cup size breast, beautiful hour glass body line and humongous bottom, she has an elegant and gentle face, on her head there's a small horn, she also has a cow ears and cows legs from her knee down. In actuality she isn't a minotaurus, in fact she belong to a branch of a minotaurus race called Cow people, a rare variant of minotaurus clan that known to a breeder and a milk ma

Mia’s POV The underground base beneath the remote atoll had become a world unto itself. Steel corridors stretched like veins through the earth, nurseries carved deep into reinforced caverns where eighteen children brought relentless life amid the constant shadow of war. Theo and Elias led the older ones in chaotic games through the play areas. The younger ones — Seraphina, Aurora, Lucian, Nova, Kai, Rowan, Lyra, Jax, and the rescued hidden daughter and son — filled every corner with cries, laughter, and the soft beeps of monitors. Our latest arrivals from the sinking platform slept peacefully under heavy guard. And inside me, the nineteenth child — the one Elara had marked as the pinnacle of

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

"Shane, I'm here for a mission. I hope you can cooperate." When he heard my voice, Shane bounced to his feet in excitement. "Janine, you’ve finally figured it out! You’re coming back with me, right? "I knew it, you wouldn’t abandon me!" He looked in my direction with glee. "I'm here to kill you." My cold tone seemed to send a chill down his spine. "W-What did you say?" The System announced, "You have failed in completing your mission. The punishment shall be carried out by Janine Grover."

It began with a knock. Not a guard. Not a servant. But Mikhail. He stood outside Zane’s door like a monument of war. His expression was unreadable, his voice clipped. “You’re wanted.” Zane didn’t ask where. He didn’t need to. He followed. They walked in silence through corridors that twisted like veins—passing tapestries of that reeked of old wealth, past doors that held screams and secrets behind them. The room they entered was underground. Cold, wide and lit by a circle of overhead lights that made the shadows look alive.

Another voice chipped in. “Alright, so I discovered that Mr. McCarthy contract was littered with landmines. He lied about a lot of things. Like their annual returns. A careful research from me made me know that the company was headed towards the red, and which if we would have signed with them it would backfire in our faces as their business partner. Also, that company looks healthy on paper, but a deeper search showed me they are just at their skeletal phase. Which is why I discovered and chose greenwood because they are clean and have...” I tuned him out at this point and lay slowly on the bed. He was still focused on the call that he didn't notice me when I set my head down.