Mia And Me Mo And Mia Novels & Stories

Damm she's easier to deal with with than my problems, wish I could just give them all sweets and everything will be good. Mia has been the little ray of sunshine in my life since I moved here she doesn't pity even when she knows what I am going through and somehow I am grateful for that . She's human but she knows about warewolves , she's 5'2 with blonde hair and brown eyes but she mostly wears pink contacts still don't know why, she dresses like we are going for a party like every single Damm time, like right now she's putting on a pink crop top and a pink jacket with a black skirt and boots with her hair in a neat ponytail and a classy makeup ,says she's has to look her best for when she d

At once she came and jumped on me. "Mia What's this? You're gone crazy?" I exclaimed and in the next moment she drew me off the couch back to my feet. "I am so tired... Just leave me...." "Sian... you will be happy hearing this? No.. You will the happiest one....." She said still jumping up with me. Even now mom was smiling, looking at her kid around. "What?" I yelled with tiresome. "You know... I got the main character in the drama... The Princess... Yeah the sleeping beautu...." Mia shouted with the excitement.

— Mia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She had dressed carefully for her day out with Alessandra. Her heart was filled with anticipation, a stark contrast to the disappointment that was to come. As the hours ticked by, Mia’s excitement slowly turned into anxiety. Alessandra was nowhere to be seen. She tried calling her, but her calls went unanswered. With a heavy heart, Mia realized that Alessandra wasn't coming. She remembered Alessandra's workaholic nature, a trait that often made her lose track of time.

I wondered what she was thinking at that moment; I hoped she wasn’t threatened, but I knew right away that she wasn’t comfortable. “Xaden, hello,” Mia said as she reached the bottom step. “I’m excited to be getting out of here with you. How about we—” her voice trailed off once she spotted Maeve. At first, she looked startled, but then she started to look almost cold… I shook my head; it had to be my imagination. From what I knew about Mia, she was very kind. Last night proved just that. “H… Hello Princess,” Maeve stammered as she curtsied.

I open the door a little to see what is happening. My hand stops on the door handle. Mia is standing in the middle of the room with her back to the door. Her arms are up over her head. She wears one of those fluffy white skirts over her jeans and has ballet slippers on. Next to her, Lena is in the same pose, standing on her toes and wearing one of Mia’s shorter stage skirts. It almost touches Lena’s feet. Mia lowers one hand and taps Lena’s back to make her stand straight. Then she slowly turns around and sees me in the doorway. She smiles at me. It feels like sunshine on cold skin.

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Kian shrugged, hiding the book behind his back. Mia sighed. She felt a sudden, crushing weight in her chest. She turned and walked out. "I need air." She didn't go outside. She went to the lab. Cassandra was there, heavily pregnant (8 months). She was typing code with one hand and eating chocolate with the other. "Hey, fugitive," Cassandra spun her chair around. "I saw the news. Tuna?" "Tuna," Mia sat on the floor, hugging her knees. "You look sad," Cassandra noted. "Did you want it to be true?"

“Oh, please. Now you’re just flattering me.” “Nope,” Matteo said confidently as he stood. “You’ve got this pure energy, like someone who can’t even pretend to be mean for a day. I like it and I know babe would too.” “I already like her,” Aidan added with a wink. Matteo got to his feet, brushing imaginary sand off his shorts. “Do you want anything, Mia? Your drink looks a little... sad.” Mia glanced down at her half-empty cup and smiled. “Yeah, actually. Just something simple. Surprise me.”

My voice cracks. I fold my arms tightly across my chest. “I checked social media already. His name is King Adrian Athenora. Married. To some princess from another royal line. And me? I’m… nobody. A poor girl who works shifts to survive.” Mia’s excitement slows, settling into something calmer… sharper. She drops back onto the couch as if an idea just snapped into place inside her head. Her expression shifts from overjoyed friend to calculating genius in half a second. “What now?” I ask cautiously.