Mina Twice Romane & Geschichten

“Mmm… where is this?” "It's a class... why am I here?" Miyano Minami, how beautiful the name sounds even though she is actually someone everyone thinks is dirty. When he was seventeen years old, he dropped out of school because he followed the call of love and was betrayed, then was forced to go to America to join a Mafia organization. With a natural aptitude for Chemistry, she became a scientist in the organization's drug research project, if she did not participate, they would take her family's life as a joke...

I exhaled slowly. Above us, faintly, the Prime Guardian pulsed once with approval. Melissa looked down at the girl. “What is your name?” she asked again. This time, the answer came steady. “Amina.” Amina. Anchor number two. The failsafe processed quietly. “Three hundred fifty nine remaining.” Melissa met my gaze. This was no longer a singular event, it was a beginning and somewhere far beyond this city another faint resonance flickered to life.

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

I mumble thinking about Ivan. "Then I will be here to shield you" "I will think about it, Vin" I sigh staring at the food. " Can we eat now?" "Of course" Vin pulls away and starts to serve the food. I love this, I love being around him but it's too dangerous for the both of us. * After a little research by Dre. I managed to get some light on my today's target and I don't like any of it. "Mariam Lowel is a widow and a mother of a two-year-old little girl" Dre reports and I sigh snatching the file from his hands. She didn't have scandals before until last month when she was rumored to be with a married man.

That's why the memories at this cafe are quite memorable for Zeva. When Zeva just entered the cafe, her gaze immediately misfocused on one of the tables occupied by a man and a woman who seemed to be laughing and joking. Zeva froze on the spot while unconsciously letting out a voice, "Zero."

Nita gestured towards the woman hiding in the corner, concealed by shadows. Mai stepped forward, appearing just as lost and frightened as I felt. I recognized her as the woman who had saved me from becoming Cruz's chosen mate. Her delicate features struggled to hide the fear she was experiencing, failing miserably. The tall bun she had worn earlier had come undone, with strands of hair falling loosely around her neck. She was shorter than the other Lunas but a few inches taller than me. I could sense that Mai was trying to emulate the strength of the other Lunas, but she couldn't quite control her emotions.

"I know this is off-topic, but doesn't Maxina resemble a younger Mrs. Belair? She's about the same age as their missing daughter?" Everyone in the chat started looking at Maxina closely and saw what the other fan saw. She was a spitting image of a young Nora Belair. No one knew what to say. The chat stayed silent to think until someone typed in the chat, "Liam! You're a God! We bow to your awesomeness!"

I nearly fainted. Brianna had an adult daughter? When? How? That was impossible, wasn’t it? My dead cousin was only a year older than me, so how could she have birthed a fully grown woman like this one? “I don’t understand,” I said. “My mother was Brianna Miner, from the Moon Pack,” she said. “She lived in the mountains where everyone called her Nana.” I exhaled loudly with relief. “Good gracious, you almost scared me,” I said.

“Mais qui a dit que nous ne pouvions pas renouveler cet accord? Je trouve que la suite pourrait être beaucoup plus intéressante.” (Maybe. But who says we can't renew that arrangement? I think a sequel could be much more interesting.) Before I could craft a careful rejection, the heavy mahogany doors of the study clicked open. Don Carmine emerged alongside Lovato’s father, Maximilien Baguette whose name still had me question his parents. He was a tall, silver-haired man with eyes like polished steel. Both men possessed the quiet authority of leaders who had just mapped out the next strategic move on the board.