Novel & Cerita Miku Movie Card

"Low level designer or not? The fact remains that I have an invitation. Or are you suggesting Ariane Moreau made an error in issuing it?" She hissed, her blue eyes narrowed to slits. "Show it then. If you dare." "Show yours first," I said. "Then I'll show mine." She smirks and produced her card with pride, a red velvet, embossed, unmistakably legitimate. The crowd murmured, several people leaned in to look. At that moment, my heart did something extremely unhelpful. Because my card looked nothing like hers.

MJ smiled at her before he sat down and took a deep breath. “You remind me of yellow, the bright, adorable, and my sunshine Patima,” MJ said with a huge smile on his face as he held the yellow card up in the air. Patima was surprised at what MJ just said, her heart wanting to get out of its cage and hug the older. “Patima is blushing again~,” Aiko said as the younger blushed more and looked down on her lap. “I’m going to draw now,” Bea said, which made every student look at the stage again.

I raise the cards and scan the people arriving. “Excuse me. Why do you have cards with our names?” Someone suddenly speaks beside me. I am startled and look at the person. A blonde girl with sunglasses welcomes me. She’s wearing leather jacket and jeans. I notices a younger girl besides her. Then I also saw Blue beside them. He nods at me in acknowledgement. I nod back to him and turns to the blonde girl again. “I’m Miko. JD-hyung asked me to fetch his sisters at the airport because he’s busy at the café. Are you his sisters, Freya and Mythi?” I ask and double check the names on the card.

He pushed the folder to her, which made Mariko grin. Mariko opened the folder and frowned. Project X. Mariko saw a picture of a 4-year-old kid wearing an overall pink jumpsuit with long white sleeves underneath while holding a white bunny plush toy. She's like a living doll, with her hair tied up into two buns. Her chubby cheeks were pinkish, and her skin was as white as snow. She was smiling, which made her eyes twinkle. But in her profile, there was nothing written, only her name and her age.

she said. “For the last time, my name isn’t purple hair. Call me Subaru, okay? It's really annoying when people call me that.” Mika began to tap her pockets as if searching for something and came up with a long, handmade necklace. Handing it to me, she said, “Big Bro Subaru, please keep this necklace. It’s a good luck charm. You will not get hurt.”

My wolf senses was weaker than it should’ve been, dulled ever since— I clenched my jaw. “How did you get in here?” I asked, sending him a hateful glare. I placed the picture carefully on the desk behind me. Riko smirked slightly, lifting something between his fingers. A silver card. “Your little omega had this,” he said lazily. “Figured it was important.” Something inside me snapped and I crossed the room in two strides and snatched it from his hand, my fingers curling tightly around it. “Get out.”

"Where did that even come from? Madeline? Why the hell would she even have my contact?" Mika laughs as well. "Sorry, I just wanted to make you smile or laugh or something. Don't be so busy, hm?" She taps his hand, her banana band aid showing brightly and they both look at it at the same time. Then they burst into laughter. "Maybe I should have picked the skull one after all. It looks so bright and yellow." Mika laughs. "At least I'm the one carrying it on my finger. I'm pretty sure this colour will draw all eyes to my fingers from now. Pretty funny."

His wish had been fulfilled. It was really not easy to obtain an excellent evaluation. “Oh right, what is in the gift bag? This is the first time I’ve obtained it.” Jack quickly opened the grand gift bag. — “Stun card x 10” “Soundproof card x 10” “Lighting and sound effects composite card x 10” “Scene experience card x 1” —

I bend to retrieve what they have left behind. Pulling out the box from under the edge of the couch, to see what it is more clearly, I stop when I catch sight of a familiar black card shining back at me in a completely unexpected way. Its high gloss coating catching the light and my heart and brain stop simultaneously with the familiarity of it as memory floods back to the night Mico handed it to me. It’s a bittersweet reminder of safety and belonging, even while Alexi was making me insane.