Mia Noona Novels & Stories

She only realized she was standing when she had opened her teary eyes. "I..I..." Anna raised her head to look at Dr Joon with a surprised expression only to see the women smiling like an idiot. "You have it!" the woman suddenly said startling Anna. She quickly held the bars for support "Wh...what?" Dr Joon's smile grew wider, Anna had a feeling that any wider, her lips would touch her eyes. "You have the spark!" "The spark?" "Yes!" Dr Joon nodded excitedly. "The spark that one needs to become an exceptional barrette. I don't know where you came from Anna Lu but, I have high hopes for you!"

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

I hear that from outside the mansion there is noise of people laughing and chatting, I go out to find out and at least find them. I notice that in front of the mansion there is a bonfire in the middle of the village, where adults drink, eat, laugh and talk "what did I miss? How late did I get up?", the smell of food was miso soup, I remember that yesterday at dinner Akiyama aunt made enough food for a crowd of people and I did not question it. "Hello, sleeping beauty" Naoki approaches me with a bowl of miso soup. "hello! what are you all doing here?"

“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.

“Hello Joe, Nice to meet you too.” “Joe, Is Nathan staying over again tonight?” Joe went behind the desk taking his seat again, folding his hand on the table looking at me. “Yes, he is.” “But, WHY?” “He can accompany you.” Joe smiled. “What…? I have Carolyne… She can do that….” I elbowed her… telling her silently to say yes. “O no Mia, I have a shoot tomorrow. Unfortunately, I cannot.” “A Shoot for what?” “I’m a model Mia... and quite a famous one.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder dramatically…

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The air is cold, but I can handle it, fortunately, my clothes are quite thick and my hair is just loose and blown by the wind. "Why are you still awake?" I was surprised when someone spoke behind me, it was Raphael. I'm not sleepy yet." I answered him in a low voice so he just nodded and sat next to me. "Inima Luna." I looked at him when he spoke. "Inima Luna?" I asked again because I didn't understand what he said. "That means Heart Moon is such a beautiful name, isn't it?" I nodded that's what it meant.

I promised, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before stepping out into the bustling corridor. The compound was alive with activity. Omegas darted back and forth, carrying decorations, trays of food, and other supplies. I paused for a moment to take it all in, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. This ceremony was more than just a gathering; it was a testament to the unity and strength of our packs. It was also a show of love from my husband to me and our son. “Luna!” An omega’s voice called out, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Miriam, a young omega with wide, anxious eyes, clutching a bundle of silver ribbons. “We’re running low on these. Should I send someone to fetch more?”

I went up to my room to change, a pair of clothes I'd bought at a thrift store so I could look for a job folded on top of the desk, ready to be put on, I put them on and ran downstairs, feeling more and more hopeful. Bob explained to me on the way about the company his daughter worked for, and this made me very excited. It was a very famous cosmetics company, Make-Pró. It was a new brand, about five years old, but it was highly promising, many bloggers were talking about it, and I had her entire collection of lipsticks in my purse, which was cowardly stolen as soon as we arrived at the house Bob had given us in the Bronx.

“It’s called a living room, princess. Not your personal yoga studio. Maybe try not hogging every flat surface with your crystals and stretchy pants.” Nova stormed over, hands planted on her hips. At 24, she was the kind of stunning that made people do double-takes—long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back, sharp emerald-green eyes that could cut glass, full lips usually painted a defiant red, and a body built for sin: full, heavy breasts, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a round, firm ass that tested the limits of every pair of shorts she owned.