Masha Yang Novels & Stories

The crown on my head pulsed, but for once it did not feel hungry. It felt listening. Then one servant remained standing. She was a thin Northridge woman with burn scars across her cheek and a limp that made one leg drag slightly behind her. Her name was Marris, though I remembered seeing her only twice near the west laundry and once carrying blankets after the tower burned. She did not kneel. Rieka’s hand moved toward her knife. Due raised one hand to stop her. Marris looked at me, then at Otsana Blackmoon, and tears filled her eyes before she spoke.

Chara's birth made the pain of losing both parents a little less hurtful. The little girl had lived her fourth year on earth yesterday and Andreios had given her a gift, a beautiful dress made out of an animal's skin one of which she loves most and she wore the dress even as she worked. Andreios sniffled a laugh as he caught sight of his second daughter taking careful steps as she walked and dusting dirt out of her dress every now and then although that had just ended up adding more mud to the said dress, the little girl frowned and that made Andreios chuckle.

I looked closely at the paper and when I looked at the back of the paper, there was a number on it. How can I call this number, I don’t have a phone anymore? Well, there’s nothing wrong if I’ll try, right? But how can a maid’s salary be 50k per month? Impossible. I mean, maybe it is possible if the person who’s looking for a maid is rich. I look at the two girls who are just near to me. As I can see, they’re holding the same paper as mine. “Look at this! They’re looking for a maid, the salary is 50k--“

But I couldn’t help myself. Our Masha is already nineteen now, studying international economics and trade abroad. She finished her first year and came back home for the summer. I can’t help being proud of my daughter. She grew up into a truly brilliant and gorgeous girl. Intelligence and beauty are a lethal cocktail in business and professional relationships. Long thick blonde hair, piercing gray eyes, a killer body and curves. Of course! After all, Masha practiced pole dance at the studio Anya opened for children and anyone else interested. So when it comes to appearance and physical abilities, our daughter can absolutely hold her own.

The other girl giggles, pinning more pink extensions into my hair, to get the right look and the big hair Ryan wants. I bite my lip.. I mean yes he is sexy, but I do not like the way she is saying it ... or the way she looks at him. Masha is one of these girls that ... Well kind of oozes sensuality. She is pretty with red hair and rather big boobs, the kind of woman that makes me feel like a little girl. “Come on Luna ... let's go get lunch girl”. Logan calls coming towards us. Masha gets up, stopping him with a hand on his chest. “Do you have something for me to ... nipple on too ?”

instead of "criminal piece of shit." The door opens before I reach it. Masha stands there in a pink maternity dress, hand resting on her belly. Seven months pregnant and still moves like a dancer. No drama, no interrogation about where I've been or why I'm late. This is Masha — steady as stone, complicated as a glass of water. "You're late," she says. Not angry. Just stating facts. "Business ran long." She nods and locks the door behind me. "You must be tired, husband."

Just as the crowd began mocking Isabella, a soft, delicate voice cut through the noise, “I don’t believe it’s as they say. I’ve seen clips of Isabella playing the female general, and her acting was precise and vivid. If Vice President Knight made an exception for her, it’s completely understandable.” The noisy crowd was interrupted by this unexpected contradiction. Everyone turned to look at the girl who spoke. The girl’s name was Masha. She had only recently joined the training camp. Coming from an ordinary family and being introverted, she was usually among those bullied by the privileged trainees.

"Godess Luna! Now who is she?" "Goddess of the werewolves. She is said to have created the first werewolves and is believed to watch over our kind. Some say she guides us. " Olivia explaied. Before Helen could respond, she glanced up to see Asher striding towards them. "Asher," Olivia greeted him, her voice steady. He offered her a warm smile, one that sent a ripple of awareness through her. "Olivia, Helen," he acknowledged them both before turning his full attention to Olivia. "I was just wondering if you’d like to join me for a movie tonight."

I went up to my room to change, a pair of clothes I'd bought at a thrift store so I could look for a job folded on top of the desk, ready to be put on, I put them on and ran downstairs, feeling more and more hopeful. Bob explained to me on the way about the company his daughter worked for, and this made me very excited. It was a very famous cosmetics company, Make-Pró. It was a new brand, about five years old, but it was highly promising, many bloggers were talking about it, and I had her entire collection of lipsticks in my purse, which was cowardly stolen as soon as we arrived at the house Bob had given us in the Bronx.

“Masha’s death was no one’s fault but her own. She knew what she signed up for when my father arranged that marriage to the Alpha in the East-” “Don’t you dare!” she exclaims, but I continue. “The money, glitz, and glam were all she cared about until the time for an heir came; she slept around with the help and fell pregnant, thinking the Alpha wouldn’t notice but he did,” I say with no sympathy. “Her death and punishment was a fitting end to what she did and how she slandered our name - no one over there will do business with us now because of her!” My sister, Masha, was arranged to marry an Alpha who had even more money than my father. She was always spoiled and got everything she wanted,