Maisie Brumble Novelas e Histórias

I left the room and walked down the corridor and then eventually down the stairs. “You look very ravishing,” Dominic said as he walked up to the female and hugged her. “And you, too, you don’t look too bad,” she replied, still in her loud, cheery voice. I finally made it downstairs and saw the random female. She was short, blonde and had bright blue eyes. Eyes that almost matched Rebecca’s- those icy blue round eyes. She had a bright smile on her face, and she looked genuinely so happy. “Oh! Hi there, I am Ruby.” she smiled at me as she stretched out her hand

He lamented. “Hey, it's not your fault." She said as Steve helped Ale out of the car. A cab parked in front of their house and the new maid got out with her luggage's walking towards them. “Hi, I'm Roberta the new maid." She greeted. She was a young lady, around 19-20 years old and a college student. “Hello Roberta, come on in," Kathy said as she wheeled Ale in with the maid in tow. “Zoëlla, Bienvenida a casa ( Welcome home )." Her grandma greeted her at the door as she hugged her.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Okay so in the story I haven’t mentioned how the main characters look. So here are their physical descriptions just to give you a heads up. :) Summer: 17 years old. Dark brown short hair, She wears glasses (not always, only when she plays video games or uses the computer) Pale skin. Average height. Brown eyes. She isn’t overweight nor shes thin.. she somewhere in the middle. you know curvy. :p tomboy. Ginger: 17 years old. Orange-Ginger long hair, she is fair, thin. She also has glasses. blue eyes. She's like the cute nerd.

"Megs, are you decent? okay ready or not...I'm not closing my eyes here." She was actually taking her break in between meetings, I was told by her eye-candy assistant. Damn, I would do him if he wasn't too damn good at his work. Megan had already made me swear not to lay even a single finger on him. Saying that I would scare the only capable assistant that she has. Not even a finger...damn...possessive much? I knocked and enter her office only to see her typing furiously like a good boss lady, well...up until she looked at me while tilting her head to one side.

"Then I will leave it to you, and I will do the rest." Morrigan knelt in front of the tomb of her mother as she place a branch of camellias on top of it. Reaching for sticks of incense and offered it to the dead. Kneeling in front of her ancestors and her family. Sticking the incense to the incense burner. She heaved a sigh and smiled bitterly as she hoisted her skirt and helped herself up. The mausoleum is as solemn as it is, only the rustles of her dress could be heard inside. She curtsied in front of the tomb of her family.

The hatred in her eyes surged like turbulent waves as if it would consume him. "Maisie—" "Bastards! All of you are a bunch of bastards!" Maisie lost her sanity, unleashing a barrage of kicks and punches. "Maisie, calm down a bit!" "Get away!" Maisie pointed at him, her voice trembling. "You people are too cruel... None of you Quimbys are decent people!" "What?" "Do you all just love harming other people's children?!" Maisie hysterically shouted, losing her balance and fainting.