Novelas y relatos de Miriko

He is also very strict with the results of the cases, he will not release until the culprit is caught. Mike's nickname is Bear. If you look at him from a distance, you would think it would be easy to approach him, but behind his seemingly innocent appearance are razor-sharp nails. This is because you don't realize that he's just using you for his own purposes, he never chooses an opponent. Bunny, on the other hand, belongs to Casya because of her beauty. On missions where no one should know their identity, each of them has a code to keep the majority of their real names private.

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

After the fish is cleaned, Aranjo takes it to the place where firewood is stacked. Pick a thin wooden stick and clean it using a knife and then pierce the fish that has been seasoned. It's time to light a fire, her magic ability has not been able to control the Earth's core elements namely water, air, fire, and earth. Aranjo looked at Griffin and asked, "Can you light a fire?" Griffin brought his beak closer to the pile of dry twigs he had arranged. Then he breathed his fire. Instantly, the fire lit up on a pile of twigs.

He held high his hands to slap me but with my eyes turning white, I controlled his movements. I still had my controlling movements with my eyes but I couldn't use it that much or else I will fall into exhaustion. He mouthed, "stupid bitch." I smiled and turned my eyes to the other side so that he could have his arms in the direction of my eyes. Catalina gasped in shock, she didn't know that I was a person blessed with powers. "Are you from Rosla?" She asked in surprise. "My name is Hemilia, nice to meet you." I grinned darkly with my eyes sparkling.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

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She slowly nodded, lowering her head. “Who is she?” Drago demanded. “She works at the house as Massimo said,” I answered. “Her name is Mira.” “And why…why is…she here?” he grimace. “Wh…what am I to d…do with a bloody ho…househelp?” “She is not just some househelp,” I said, glancing at the woman clinging to Dolcezza. “She is a Baldocchi Mole. She has been here for years now…” Both Drago and Massimo’s eyes widened in shock.

Wearing a dark shade of makeup partnered with red lipstick, Mariko looked hot and sexy. She hid her small Kollibri Pistol, the smallest gun in the world, in the holster on her thigh. It was for emergency purposes in case she will get in trouble later. Her necklace with a sword-designed pendant was a real pin that she could use anywhere. Perks of being an agent. Every accessory she have was not just an accessory, but could also use for emergency purposes. In case she needs to fight.

She placed her hands over my shoulder, catching me through the mirror. I lifted my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. I was in a white strapless gown that was hugging me like a second skin. It was showing off every curve of my body. I hate this kind of dress! My jaw flexed as I looked further. My light brown hair styled into soft curls, and scarlet red lipstick stood out against my ivory skin. My freckles had disappeared due to make-up. I looked like a completely different person. The girl who was staring into the mirror was not me!