Mikaela Hyakuya Novels & Stories

Michael looked satisfied with my answer, but of course Rephael needed more. “Do you not know of the war that is coming in 800 years?!” She yelled at me in anger at my stupidity. I had heard nothing of a war. I was only 44 years old, and just found out I will live forever. I hadn’t got a chance to talk to Lucifer because he wants me to train. Of course I had no clue about it. I gave her a matter of fact face. “No Rephael, why don’t you enlighten me?” Kinda laughing aloud. This made her angry.

she retorted She succeeded in jumping few obstacles and dodging my bullets but she got to the mountaintop and became stuck , I began shooting at her , obviously she was no match for me , she managed to escape that arena although leaving her power drill at a red bar , I hurriedly made to block her persona . "No , Ace you were not supposed to boycott my movements like that " she complained bitterly , I could not help but burst into a fist of laughter , she looked ready to cry , but how she didn't think of backing down made me admire her .

the lady told her with a wicked tone to her voice, “This will be your new home.” She reached for the sack over her head and yanked it off. Mia’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the exposure to light once again, but when the ache finally cleared, she lifted her head and saw before her the ladybird in an elegant black lacy gown that held her shape in all the right places, sweeping the ground and behind her. Her curly blonde hair fell over her shoulder and her skin was fair and flawless. Mia’s eyes settled on her face as she registered her eyes, nose, chin, and the smirk on her lips. She dragged a shaky breath when she realised the ladybird was none other than Zara Michel.

"Scarlett." ******

Ton said, checking his camera's battery one last time. Miki Izawa, a ghost-hunting YouTuber, was live-streaming to her nearly one million followers. "Hey, everyone! Today, Miki is going to explore a new aquarium that just opened!" Her cheerful voice echoed through her bedroom, which was filled with content creation equipment.

I didn't want to chat with someone I didn't know. She seemed Asian. She had the figure of a mestiza Filipina, about the same height as me, and like Paris, she had an elite aura, clearly someone from a privileged background. "By the way, I'm Mara." She extended her hand, waiting in the air as if she wanted to shake hands with me. "Hello, I'm Mikaela. Mikaela Corpuz." I took her hand, we shook hands, and both smiled at each other. "You're Filipina, right?" she said, looking at me. I was surprised by her statement.

Again, the crowd w* shocked to see one of the team they were hostile to w*lking tow*rds the stage with a casual smile. “Ezekiel Kleiya, 51,815 points.” “Sirene Qiara, 53,000 points.” “Luna Amalthea, 53,200 points.” Mikaele can't believe that someone could reach this point. When she saw the score of the top 1, she was shocked as well.

Hwi gave her wife a small smile while she reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat. The car started moving. Natasha placed her head out of the window and looked back, her hair fluttered in the wind. Hwi waved his hand and mouthed, "I love you," which her wife reciprocated with the same phrase. The tears rushing down her wife's face shattered his heart as he fought the urge to come with them. They had only been married for a year and she was still four months pregnant. His heart ached by thinking that he wouldn't be there during her late pregnancy and childbirth to take care of her. Min Jae stood still, eyes following the car until it disappeared from his sight.

“He is.” “I bet. Again, thank you very much for your time, your grace. Have a lovely evening,” she said and walked away from them. Mia watch her disappear into the crowd of guests before speaking to Lydia. “I’ve never met her before.” She turned to her maid, who seemed to have bad blood for the lady that just left. “Who is she?” Lydia hesitated, and Mia gave her a look of disapproval, telling her to say the truth. “She’s Zara Michel, your husband, the alpha king’s mistress.”

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.