Mfm Novels & Stories

“Nothing. Don’t worry. The moon doesn’t affect the damn wolf. It just makes you feel different, my father said.” “Different how?” “I don’t know that part.” Suddenly, the door opens. Sam glares at Mark, then at me for sharing the seat with him. “Hello, guys! How are you?” Mónica greets cheerfully, standing at the door. “Settle in, Mónica… that way,” Sam orders without looking at her, pointing to the room. Mónica rolls her eyes at the scene, says goodbye, and obeys. “Mark, why are you here without telling me?”

"You keep doing that thing where you straighten your fork when you're thinking about what to say next." I looked down. My fork was perfectly straight. "How did you notice that?" I asked. "Because I pay attention," Eli said. "To you. To how you move, what makes you uncomfortable, what patterns you fall into when you're defending yourself." "That's slightly invasive," I said. "It's care," Eli said. "There's a difference." I didn't know how to respond to that because he was right. He was paying attention not to gather leverage or to prove me wrong. He was paying attention because he actually cared about understanding me.

"Now, the MIU." Muhammad worked for a few more seconds as he set the frequency to the channel normally used by the MIU. Their channel, due to the fact that they are a non-militarized organization, was located at an encrypted private frequency along with commercial frequencies used by many public broadcasting networks. At the first attempt to connect with the Midnight Incidents Unit, a stray transmission from an FM radio channel, 101.9 MOR Radio, was heard in the background but it gradually faded when the creepy automated voice that usually greeted those who wished to commune with the personnel of MIU replaced it.

I was thinking of calling her program when I had a problem with my love life because she and DJ Mavin were good at giving advice. “Oh yes! I also heard that you also have a secret admirer. So you already have a love life!” Mike started with his teasing job. Mike looks like he has a new victim. “Did you know who is that M.J.?” I asked Iya. That M.J. is the one who always sends gifts to her. She always gives thanks to her supporters who send gifts to their studio. And every day that M.J. is always included in the list of fans that she thanked.

Mashkur glared at the phone. "Because I'm Muhsin Malik." Muhsin smirked. "You're not helping but you still helped, I'll talk to her about it now." Mashkur sighed. "Thank God you grew a pair." Muhsin dramatically breathed out a sigh. "Bye." Mashkur said dryly before his friend starts his lectures. • "Chocochips, what's up? Are you home already?" Afnaan bombarded her with questions in a single breathe not even waiting for her to talk.

Oh well, she guess she was an open book. “I better leave now or else I’ll be late.” Mr. Wright said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Oh, okay.” she replied, standing up from her stool to give her dad a goodbye hug. “See you later honey.” “Bye dad.” she said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. Kimberly saw her dad to the door and watched as he got into his black Acura MDX crossover and drove off. She couldn’t help but feel bad for him because for a professor, he was over working himself. She knows he is using his work as a distraction from the hurt he was feeling inside.

v. I turn to look at everyone who all still have their eyes glued to the t.v., everyone seems to be taking this way too seriously, its miles away so it doesn't exactly affect us, I smile to myself, what this lot need is a good show, I look to Acre beside me and notice he's already watching me with a twinkle in his eyes "what you thinking bro?" he mind links me "I think they are taking this way too seriously" "my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?"

I replied “True… well, I could get the essentials' ' she replied as she hurried off while her tail wagged. I continued to explore the city with its high rise, metallic tree-like structures that had branches which carried rounded buildings of all sorts of colors. The trees were of different sizes, some small, others large, and with mini buildings hanging from it. These trees were called Mastiers and the buildings that hung from it were called units. Each Mastier’s size represented its use and function. A shopping and housing Mastier were humongous, while a private Mastier was small. The city had the teleportation setting and we could move from one Mastier unit to the next. “Isn’t this city fu

"Hi, I'm Maria and I'm getting married today," To the mirror before her, Maria said as she tucked her hair away, not sure of what to do with it. It was finally D-day to finally seal the contract. Nervousness rose from the pit of her stomach, but she only had herself — she was her support system. In about thirty minutes, she'd be headed to Jackson's, and just like he had indicated in the text he sent, it was nothing extravagant, all they had to do was recite the fake vows and hit the nail on the bull's eyes. The most important part was the certification made available, nothing else mattered.

Today was Monday, so the parking lot was filled with cars. I paid attention to the teacher for the next fifteen minutes, but something caught my attention outside. A familiar figure walked out into the parking lot and leaned against his car. After a while, someone else approached-a blonde girl with long, tanned legs, showcased by her mini-skirt. She tried to hug him, but he simply unlocked the car and got in. She followed suit, and the tinted windows prevented me from seeing inside. A pang of unease coursed through my chest. I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I couldn't help it. Images of what they might be doing in the car played out in my mind, and I sighed, forcing myself to focus on my