Mi Precioso Novels & Stories

My Prince my name is Precious Baby. Dr. May, I want to extend divine healing unto her as we did to Barbara. Dr do you agree? Yes, go ahead and pronounced divine healing unto her. Then Precious baby in my hands baby looks at me. Just look into my eyes. The faulty kidney is changed now. Precious, you are the future pilot Indo continent needs. From today all your sickness is ended. You will be healthy throughout your life journey in the mighty name of Adonai Amen. All those in the banking hall responded Amen.

~Miss Pretty She looked for a note that she expected will be written at the below part of the page but unfortunately, she'd seen nothing. Wondering why he never made a response beneath the page, she just heave a sigh and wiped her tears away. Disappointed, she turned the notebook for another page, and surprisingly, she found a message from the codename Master again. The difference is he wrote right on her diary and occupy a whole page on it. With mixed emotions of excitement and curiosity, she started reading Thyago's message: Dearest Miss Pretty;

“Come on, you don’t have to lie to me, Mr. President.” Josh’s brows boiled. The nickname was a scraper against his eardrums. “For fuck's sake, stop calling me Mr. President,” he replied, not glancing up from his bag. “Fine by me,” Tristan replied with a smirk that Josh could feel even without looking. Tristan returned to the room moments later with a bunch of snacks to pick from. One thing that Josh loved the most—though he would never admit it—was the Choco-Vita Milk in Tristan’s hand. It was his childhood favorite, a weakness he kept hidden under his iron exterior.