Mia Potter Novels & Stories

I scoffed and went to sit in another chair, patiently waiting for my signal. I don't know how, but I dozed off, and when I woke u,p, my magical pot was glowing. I approached it to confirm, and it was really happening. I laughed evilly startling Victor from his sleep. “Damn woman!” He cursed, sealing his manhood back in its original habitat. He stood from his chair and walked closer, “What is this?” He asked, pointing at the glowing pot. The pot itself was not strange to Victor; it was the glow.

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

Amelia rolled her eyes inwardly, this wasn’t about the fact that meeting up that way was too weird for her. She made for a quiet corner to settle herself down. She brought out her phone and captioned the moment. At the time. Someone walked up to her. He had a huge cigarette in his grasp. “Fancy running into you here Mrs Dinkins.” “Mr Potter, I never knew you had this much time in your hand to train a rookie drug addict when…..” Her voice carried so much vigilance, “The lord is very merciful, he forgives everything and you should too!?”

She told him how some people believed that a chief priest life depends on the existence of the black pot. A faint click of desperation in his throbbing chest and he was alert. He went back to the shrine, affirming himself that he was doing a holy cause. A cause that would give him a great stand when he starts the crusade. Spanning the width of the entire room, he noticed a multitude of clay pots at the right, circling themselves in an unusual way as if displaying a sign. As he drew closer, he saw a statue that stood in the darkness, close to the black pot. The statue was carved out from dried clay. It was carved in such a way that it had an abnormally long head and large breasts resembling t

Many of the ingredients needed for potions only bloom at night, or need to be picked at specific times of the day. “We have a problem-“ the woman snarls, snapping her mouth shut when she takes me in. “Who the hell are you?” she asks angrily. She’s older than I am, appearing to be in her mid-30’s. She’s flawlessly beautiful, with porcelain skin, glossy ebony hair, emerald eyes, ruby lips and an hourglass figure. She should take my breath away with her perfection but it seems too unnatural to be real.

the woman on the other end says after after a few rings. "Yes hello, I'm Adam Foster a private investigator, I need to talk to the lead officer Jacob urgently" he explains quickly, the woman asks him what information he knew, he knew the next sentence would blow her mind "information! I just had tea with her!" He exclaims. That was the first step to us being able to get home, don't get me wrong it didn't just happen in a few days and it definitely wasn't easy. Adam managed to finesse his way in to talking with Jacob the next morning, and as always Blake was with him and was about to hear the whole call. Let's check it out.

when those total lies left my mouth, he burst out laughing. Maybe he didn’t know my poisonous reality but guessed something for sure. His words still sounded right, "Petty woman? You hypnotized the damn Rivermoon pack, even Aragon didn't get a single hint. Leave those humans, no werewolves, vampires, or witches could do the same, they wouldn't even dare to think. I don't know who you are but if you are a human, you are not petty, you are powerful, dangerous. Maybe that's how the pack needed."

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

I couldn’t help but wonder about Alex's expression when everyone would have tried to hook him up with boys. It’s hilarious. “For how long you have been serving here, Miss Potter?” “32 years.”, She replied. “I was a young girl just like you when I started working here.” “You gave your whole life here. I’m sure you will be the oldest.” “You caught that right, darling.”, She said and finally stopped in front of a room. She opened the door and we walked into a king-sized manly room. “This is your room until your new room gets ready. ”, She added to which I nodded my head.