Mirio X Tamaki Mga Nobela at Kwento

What the hell is wrong with me, I can't help but wonder at my reaction to the person who just entered. "Ah, Mr. Clearwater, how nice of you to join us today," Mr. Ramirez says as the intruder begins walking towards his seat. Instead of going to where he usually sits, I listen as his footsteps move in my direction, continuing towards me until he stops next to my desk. I hear what sounds like sniffing before he makes a deep, low noise—one that I've never heard from another person before. I'm almost positive that he growled, just before the word "Mate!" quietly hits my ears.

Routine made everyone comfortable and safe. It also kept them from getting too curious. "Miki!" Tammy jumped on the girl as soon as she saw her in the middle seat. She immediately grabbed Tammy and kissed her passionately. "I missed you so much," Miki held onto her tightly. She was Shiro's Delta in his council. The tanned woman was strong with her hair pinned in a small bun. Her green eyes looked so happy to have her mate in her arms again. "I missed you more," Tammy murmured in between kisses.

“Ah, Sleeping Beauty wake. Hello, Bridge.” Tamara sat up, slowly. The room tilted a little. Using shadow power drained her more than she’d thought. “How do you know what I am?” she asked. Smith smirked. Not a friendly smirk. “I know lots of things. Been tracking moon events for years, strange births, weird prophecies. Girls who glow gold and silver.” He stepped closer, “You smell interesting. Like moon and sun had a baby, then that baby rolled in starlight. “Back off." Kai moved between them.

Yuri and his friends’ faces fell. Jim was the first to stand up, and he asked in a low tone, “Tamayo, what are you doing here?” The man with the big nose was Tamayo Stone. Tamayo answered cynically, “Jim Milner, you dumb*ss, you’re still with Yuri? What do you get out of it?” Jim felt like he was being humiliated and snarled back, “Who do you think I am? I make friends based on their personality and character. Don’t compare me to those pieces of trash!”

Mercy’s heart was beating a mile a minute. Logan protectively placed his hand on her shoulder. “It’s called Mascu,” Tamara said, her eyes suddenly dull. “She’s been working on it for a really long time. We were all just…just experiments. Botched ones. Broken ones.” “What is she talking about?” Logan asked. “Mercy?”

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This pin is unmistakable, a token of unparalleled skill and dedication. The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Satisfied, I smiled faintly, savoring the moment. If anyone still doubts my identity, Id like to offer you all a taste of *The Unborn Phoenix*,I said, gesturing to the box in my hands. My voice was calm, but the underlying challenge was clear. Xaviers face lit up with pure joy, his enthusiasm almost childlike. Placing his hand over his chest, he bowed slightly. It would be an honor, Miss Miriam.

Lan asked as we settled down on his motorbike. "Yes, please." I grinned. We went to a small place called Gelato and shared a waffle cone with chocolate icecream. I also bought some oreo sandwiches for Aiden because I knew he loved them. What icecream did Mariano like? Probably something dark, like Dark Sin. Weird name for an icecream flavor, I know. I bought a tub of that too. "Since when do you like icecream that is as bitter as black coffee -" Landon asked, but was cut off by the boy who was working the counter. "It also has chocolate syrup."

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Rick fixed his jacket’s collar and walked charmingly towards the dance floor, straight towards the target. Troy smirked and turned to look at the bartender. “One more vodka please. Make it strong.” “Sure boss.” The bartender looked at the owner of the club and quickly started to pour the transparent liquid in a tiny glass. “If may I ask you boss. What kind of girl do you want?”