Mashirao Mha Novels & Stories

he said as he left going to his room upstairs. 'Tring' Mr. Kusuma's cell phone rang, there was an incoming message. He stopped in his tracks to open the message. His face immediately changed, hardened. Then, he read aloud the message on his cell phone. "Sorry, Mr. Kusuma. Please send my congratulations to Maharani. I don't know her number. Congratulations on the win. Good luck. From-Mas Tiok. Rani! Who is Mas Tiok!" Mr. Kusuma's voice rose again.

Kairos' laughter resumed at the faces Gouria made as realization sets in. "You can't be serious!" Gouria's shocked voice echoed around them for a while before it turned into whispers mixed with the waves of the sea. "Well, I am pretty boy," Kairos smirked. "Unless you start wishing us out of here." Kairos held Gouria's hands in his and smiled into his eyes. "On second thought I am going to marry you and we would start our pitiful journey with the rest of the other lost souls." Kairos cried with fake pain as Gouria slapped him hard on the head.

“A ceasefire. I know you want Victor’s world, but the more you push, the more blood will spill. And if it keeps going, neither of you will win.” Marco arched a brow. “And what makes you think I care about a ceasefire?” She inhaled deeply. “Because I know what you really want. Power. Territory. Stability.” She paused, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “Victor is willing to negotiate terms…. if it means ending the bloodshed.” That was a lie. Victor would never agree to negotiations. He would rather burn everything to the ground than bow to an enemy. But Marco didn’t know that. Marco studied her for a long moment, tapping his fingers on the table.

It was white, decorated with crystals and diamonds. I follow her downstairs, shutting the door behind me. As we descend, I suddenly notice Mira's dress. It was a black dress with diamonds all over it like sprinkled dust. Her dress was flay and its length was a few inches above the knee. She wore black heels whose laces were designed with butterflies. Two on each heel. Her hair had been let down, a braid on each side like a crown. Her make up was neutral, but not mild and her lipstick dark. With a plain black purse in hand.

she remarked nodding as if she understood many things “I put a face to your name at last.” Her comment confused me, but I didn't want to go too deep into the subject. “I hope the event is being to your liking.” I said taking the conversation to a neutral topic. “Oh yeah, I love everything, the Shiraz is my favorite, by the way.” I nodded, not knowing what she meant by that, but then I realized that she was referring to one of Matt's wines. “Mark told me that you were the publicist for his brother's wine, but he didn’t tell me that you were also in charge of the catering and of all the aspects that are taken to carry out these types of events.”

Rosa Gabriel was standing outside the door to fifth hour, talking to one of his crew when I walked up. “You can’t seriously have this class?” he asked when I went past him. “Afraid I do. Who on earth would put you in accelerated English? You can barely speak pig Latin.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at his schedule. “Fuck my life,” he said. “It won’t be so bad,” I told him with an insincere smile. “I read the syllabus and we’ll be working on definite and indefinite articles along with phrasal verbs. If you put the word fuck in every sentence, you should at least pass.”

I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening. And that's when I saw him. when I realized that the animal stood up with her. It could only be a mistake, my eyes were deceiving me. it was not possible that such a disgrace could have happened right before my eyes, like a plane crashing in the middle of the woods, like a very ugly car accident! Damn, my heart raced. He stood smiling at me with a devilish face, raised the cup again, and Mirella looked at him with shining eyes, looking so delighted.

“Lady Adina. There are new workers wanting to join the palace in the position of maids. Do you want me to bring them for the interview?” a woman dressed professionally in a maid uniform stands carefully beside the sofa chair, her eyes buried down to the marble floor. While Adina sits patiently on the sofa chair, her hands wander around the fruit bowl, she clasps the grape in her hand, twirling it into her mouth. Raising a question, she speaks with, “what does it have to do with me, Maria? I don’t handle this business -” Walking past by the corridor is Ferguson, he stops to listen to the conversation. When his sister politely refuses to collaborate on the working stuff, he sighs deeply. He st

just MAHIRA. Tazz couldn’t sleep entire night, he reached office early the next day , even before the cleaners reported, he was restless, he dialled a number “did you get the info I asked for, send it to me right now,” he literally growled , he received a mail notification immediately and took a printout. He slapped the page on desk almost immediately as it was half empty with not much info except... Name: Mahira Saha Address: Satellite tower, South beach complex Status: Married

Maira smirked and whispered, "You can report this as a disobedience to higher ups but I can easily prove it to be a misunderstanding on your part considering there are hundreds of black armors inside the glitch and visibility here is quite poor." Grisha's mouth went sour, realising how easy it was to twist the facts against her. Grisha might be superior in ranks and she could report this to authorities, however Maira disobedience can be backed up by facts working in her favor. 'tch... sly fox!' Grisha clicked her tongue in agitation. 'i guess I'll have to twist my finger then' Maira was about to proceed, but Grisha stopped her again. "Instructor Maira, maybe you misunderstood!" she said, "I'