Mi Persona Equivocada Libro 소설 & 이야기

Hello Readers. This is your author Lisa Salman. I just want to clear few misunderstandings. It seems that a few of you are not able to read the short author's note at the end of a chapter. My lovelies. My ML and FL are never weak. They might show a human side that's why they will make mistakes. But my ML is not weak. Why? You need to read further to find that. This month, I have another ongoing book 'Gosh! The CEO's Assistant is NOT a boy.'

Nia dried her hands and looked at the mirror at the two of them standing side by side in a restaurant restroom, which was not the setting either of them would have chosen for this conversation and was somehow exactly right for it. "Because the truth was sitting in a file in Milwaukee and someone needed to do something with it," she said. "And because I understood what it felt like to be living inside a wrong version of a story." She turned and looked at Adaomi directly. "I did not want you to keep living in one longer than necessary." Adaomi looked at her for a long moment. "You did not know me," she said. "No," Nia agreed. "But I knew the situation. And I knew what fifteen years of the wron

“At least, the ones that have appeared so far. Refer to this any time a new one appears to you. Feel free to edit and add to this book as needed, his personalities are people and, therefore, are constantly growing and changing. If you encounter a new persona not listed in this book, then give the new man a brief interview and add a page for him. I have organized the book by the frequency of their appearances. Any questions?" All I could do was stare. It was enormous. Jack mentioned that three personalities appeared most frequently, but there had to be over fifty different pages in this book. Did he really have so many personalities? How could I keep them all straight? Thomas must have seen t

She said, instantly letting her guard down around me, which was refreshing, “What did you want?” “Just wanted to check up and see how you were doing.” I responded, sliding and starting my second cup. “Ah, well, I am doing fine, just researching,” Mia stated, raising a book onto the table, “I want to try and help Risa.” The book was a large one, with the title reading. ‘The State of the Brain Under Stress’ written by Hikari Mizutani. The name sounded familiar, much like the Howard guy, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Besides, there must be a reason why she came to this body. Sisu, now Sian, sorted the memories inside her brain and thought of ways to counter the things that happened here on out. Since that woman will be the cause of her doom, it is only reasonable that as an autistic girl, she would have to find someone who would help her take her revenge. Since one of Malcolm's sons would come here today to get her, Sian decided to see if it’s someone she could rely on. If not, she will have to find a way to leave the house that her family hoped she would live in.

Misan turned to him, cupped his face, and looked him in the eyes. “No one can take me away. Tomorrow, I’ll tell him everything about us. I’ll end it so he won’t keep hoping. You’re the one I love, not him. Don’t ever think otherwise,” she said. Rycon smiled and kissed her deeply. They floated beneath the moonlight, their lips entwined in a kiss seen by the stars above. The Next Day... Misan was assigned to clean the palace library. While dusting the tall bookshelves, a strange book floating above a small table caught her attention. Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously.

Marco asked, and they all turned to me. Oh! Freaking goodness me! These people were out for my life and they definitely will be getting it. I cast them a glance, clearing my throat in the air. “Oh… I… it’s about the book I read in the library. It’s really… really interesting and…” “And erotic.” Vera completed with an arched brow, and I pressed my lips into a thin line, nodding my head gently. “I would love to try it.” Imani squealed beside me while I just forced out a smile.

Carl’s Silent Protection (Carl’s Personal Point of View – I hated mistakes. Especially in my company. Especially in front of potential investors. And especially when they involved a deal I had been working on for months. The moment the presentation collapsed in that conference room, I felt a familiar irritation creeping up my spine. I had expected better from Mia. But as I sat back, watching her fumble through the mess, something didn’t sit right with me. Mia Miloslava Pankraz was many things—a woman forced into a marriage she didn’t want, a stubborn employee who didn’t fear me the way she should, and an unexpected distraction I didn’t need.

"Do you understand what she did wrong?" Uma asked. Mia remained speechless at the scene. "I am asking you," Uma said looking at Mia, which seemed to have jolted Mia out of her trance. "What." She said. "I asked if you understood what her fault was during our fight," Uma said. "She seems to have perceived your attack in the wrong way," Mia replied. "But she reacted according to the book," Uma said. "I didn't say she reacted in the wrong way. I said she perceived it the wrong way. She was way too confident that you would be using the newly acquired blindspot to attack, which led to her concentrating on the left side and acting accordingly. You laid the bait and she took it."

MIA’S P.O.V I took a sip of my strawberry daiquiri, admiring the turquoise blue water in front of me. Soaking in the sun I laid on a sunbed with nothing but my white bikini and rainbow sarong. I was done being ‘Goody two shoes’, my abandonment and time in jail, gave me a lot of time to think and go through my life, inspecting each detail of my past and all I realized was that no matter how much of good I have done, I was always let down by life. I no longer believed that ‘if you do good, good will come to you, but that doesn’t mean that I would no longer be a good person, it just means that I would no longer be always so sweet and innocent, letting everyone does something wrong to me, get aw