Mina From Twice Novels & Stories

Amanda said and feigned a weak smile. “Well… I may have met Minx once or twice in my dream. The best dream ever but sadly, I can’t continue, it’s killing me.” Gabriel said. He was sad but there was nothing he could do, he felt that if Minx loved him much she’d come back, not knowing of her predicament. ** “Aunt Gina, Aunt Gina! You won’t believe what just happened.” Minx said as she ran to Gina’s room. But she stopped in her tracks when she heard Gina muttering something, she couldn’t hear it and then she moved closer, the door was open slightly.

And their eyes met and goes beyond meaning but she still looked away after a few seconds later. Tony steps closer to Minsk. "Can you please give us some minutes, I would like to talk with her please" Tony requested while Minsk looks at Tony somehow and looks at Tina once again. "Hmm..." Minsk said as he gets up from where he was seating. "No problem, you have just two seconds to convince her" Minsk said and then walks out of their presence. While Tony looks at Tina once again as he breathes out heavily. "Tina..." Tony tried to call on her name but he received a hot slap from Tina that shut him up.

Her friend’s voice came through loud: “Mina, the heels in that photo are exactly like yours! Aren’t they limited edition? Only two pairs in the world? Were you the one?” Mina laughed at first, confused. “What do you mean?” Her friend laughed too. “Check T*****r right now.” I leaned closer to my laptop as Mina opened the app. The scream that tore from her throat was pure music. Christian jumped up beside her. “What is it?” he asked sharply. She shoved the phone at him without a word.

"It's barely a scratch. You didn't have to fuss so much." "You're my future bride. I won't allow even a scratch on you." They spoke like she wasn't there. Flirting openly. Shameless. The wound was nothing—a flick of powder and it was done. Vionna left the moment she could. Another breath in that room and she might've choked. But Marzella wasn't finished. Outside, Vionna bent to gather her kit—but as she turned to go, Marzella blocked her path. "Princess Vionna," she said smoothly. "Or did I misremember?"

I wouldn't have been able to come up with a convincing rebuttal of her claims if not for the recording bug I'd planted in her pocket beforehand. Henry smirked. "Is that so? It sounds as though Ms. Evans truly is a devoted wife who cares a lot about her husband. In that case, let us all listen carefully to the next recording I am about to play." Once the recording started, Jessica's voice rang out. "Stan, with the amount of sleeping pills I've added to the soup, I can guarantee that Craig will sleep like a log tonight. There's no way he's waking up." Stanley's voice came next.

“That man wanted me carnally.” I choke on my coffee. “Mina!” “What?” she says innocently. “I am simply acknowledging chemistry when I see it.” “There was no chemistry.” “There was yearning.” “He spoke to you for approximately forty seconds.” “Forty very meaningful seconds.” A startled laugh escapes me before I can stop it. Mina points triumphantly. “There. Again. I deserve compensation for emotional rehabilitation services.” “You are impossible.” “And yet lovable.” Unfortunately true. Mina leans back lazily in her chair.

Just a single message: **You think you've won, Cassandra. You haven't seen what I'm capable of. Be ready.**

Leo “Are we going out again? This is the second time we’ve gone out this month. I like that.” Mina declares when we get on the bus. We find a seat and get comfortable; we have a two-bus ride ahead of us to get to Zach’s house. This first one is the shortest and the second one will get us a short distance from his house so we’ll have to walk there. And if I remember correctly is a long way, hopefully these two stay excited enough to not notice the distance.

“She’s given me a second chance.” Mina blinked in disbelief. “What?” Theo’s voice steadied as he looked at her. “You’re my second-chance mate, Mina. That’s why I could feel you. That’s why… I couldn’t stop myself last night.” The words struck her like lightning. Her body trembled, her eyes darting between him and the door as if searching for an escape. “I’m just a maid,” she whispered. “An omega orphan. I—I could never—”

Mina was the third person that still spoke to me in public and yes, she was the last. "So how was Harmattan break?". Mina's voice was fruity and nice, she was fond of holding my hand, her hands were soft and sweaty but they were nice to hold regardless, her nails were bluish today, she always has them in one colour or another. "My break, I spent at home", I reply. "I recorded a few songs", I whisper to her. She gasped dramatically. "I'm the lucky first, aren't I?". "As always". Mina and I were in Music club together and we'd been music partners since year 2. "I was thinking we could go to the studio during free period and I would play it for you".