Mina Miss Novels & Stories

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.

Just as Andrea was about to answer, Trina has suddenly arrived. “Andrea the –” Trina stopped. She was stunned when she noticed Miss Mina's presence inside. From her stance, Andrea could sense how her housemate tensed and faintly voiced Miss Mina's name. “Oh, Trina you’re here!" Miss Mina recognized. "You know what? Now I understand why you said you'll be giving me the full payment of your unpaid three months house rental today because of this handsome guy huh!" Glancing at Miguel, Miss Mina loquaciously expressed, then lowering her voice, she turned and whispered to Andrea, "Good catch Andrea.” She winked without minding the tension around.

Even by ones that just want to say that they had hung out with her. The Mississippi girl was not just beautiful beyond measure for most people. She was also the only girl on the wrestling team. Ava had wondered why the southern had wanted to be around her. When Ava had more curve than a river road. Mavis was thin as a rale. Long black-purple flowing hair. Along with her mysterious round brown eyes. It made Ava feel sorry for herself. When everyone gave Mavis a lot of attention. She wondered how they had become friends in the first place.

Her fingers were a little shaky, but her voice was soft and brave. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I… I can answer.” Everyone looked at her. “My name is Missy,” she said, twisting her fingers under the table. “I’m nineteen. I love drawing and singing a lot. I don’t… have a boyfriend.” She paused, as if expecting someone to laugh or scoff or roll their eyes. No one did. Even Enzo stayed quiet now. “I live with my mom,” she finished. “Yeah. That’s… that’s it, I guess.”

“Where are your friends? You didn’t bring them back?” “No,” Missy replied looking Matt up and down. She suddenly realized why she was so anxious to ask him about Alicia and she caught her breath as the realization set in. Like her Mother, Missy was jealous. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much all day but as she stood in front of the tall, gorgeous man, she realized that she was jealous at the idea of him noticing another girl her age when he had never paid her that kind of attention.

Levi smiles and waves at me while Mina glares at me as she takes a sip from her special smoothie. Mina has medium brown hair that goes slightly past her shoulders with fringe bangs, a full face of makeup, and hazel eyes. Mina has a model body and is on the taller side. I’m sure she could be a model if she wanted to. She isn’t bad looking, but nothing about her feels natural. Without all the makeup and designer clothes, I have a feeling she would be more average than the bombshell she creates for the world.

he said. “Umm…It’s okay. My name is Ren” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. Saige giggled, “We’re wriends!” she exclaimed and pointed to the girl in the grass, “Dat is my sissy Kaia!” she told me. Kaia had the same dark hair as her mom and sister but she has hers free running over her shoulders. She’s sitting crisscross applesauce with her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand as she reads. I wonder why she sits in the grass by herself. She doesn’t look mean. She actually looks…bored.

I ask. “I guess so, have to play catch up after getting here so late.” She smiles but it’s a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes, they look deep and brooding as if she’s in pain almost. “Ok,” I order the drinks and pay, “here, so what’s your name Miss Nurse?” I question with a small grin. “I’m Misha,” goddess what a beautiful name, “what’s yours?” I snap out of it quickly and shoot mine back.

I nodded with appreciation as she went back to our guests. I noticed Missy straightening herself, she had put on a dress after she got here. She was hot as hell in anything but right now she had on a cute little black dress that seemed to wrap around her curves so damn well. I licked my lips watching her ass as she walked toward our guests. “Hello, I’m Luna Missy. Would you care for a seat? We have camping chairs,” Missy offered. I didn’t like her being close to them. I needed to get them away from here and hunt, why not turn it into me sounding hospitable? That’s what an Alpha would do.

Book 2- Chapter 18 Missy took her mother up straight to her room whilst she was her father’s daughter surviving per his protection, not now that she’s a wife to the city’s most hated, and an obstacle for an obsessed maid. Her life took the big turn. Entering the room, memories of her past identity flew across the surface of her mind. When she was Missy Lane, daughter of Davis Lane, not now that she’s Missy Lane Locke, the wife of Tyler Locke.