Novel & Cerita Mirio X Tamaki

And written in red beneath her photo: “CANDIDATE 7. STATUS: INTERFERENCE.” My knees buckled. I pressed on. — At the bottom of the staircase was a room. Small. Round. Stone walls. And in the center? A table. On it: a mirror. Cracked. And beside it: a note. Same handwriting as before. “Use it. But only once.” I didn’t understand. But I picked up the mirror. The crack ran straight through the center—splitting my reflection in two. And for the briefest moment… …I saw myself on both sides.

" N-o! Lea-ve m-e dammit!" Lifting him up making his feet to hang in the air. He is made to hang in front of Miraki. The sight making dread to settle in him. Miraki i.e the strongest wolf in history was an almost triple size wolf with jet black fur. Red eyes. Long barred canines and an aura that can make a pup piss. His nails were like pointed knives which could kill by mere touching. Yet the most striking thing was that mark of 7 stars on his back. Connected by a yellow light of thread.

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.

“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!”

he announced and the room applauded. I didn't know how to react. All these people looking at me and clapping felt so bizarre. "Elios, this is Marcus, he'll be training starting tomorrow," he said as he sat down, pointing to the man on my right. I looked at him and was immediately enveloped in fear. The man was covered in tattoos from head to toe. Even his bald head was covered in tattoos. I was surprised when he gave me warm smile and held out his hand for me to shake.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm fine," I replied. How did I go about explaining that his people seemed to hate me? We got to the end of the small settlement, where a large house stood. Alexander suddenly grabbed my waist and set me down from the horse gently, then he followed suit and came down. "Welcome to the Moon Stone pack." Alexander murmured, his eyes on me, and I forced a smile. I certainly didn't feel welcome.

she introduced herself, her voice smooth and commanding, "and this is Tamar." Damien shook her hand firmly, his own demeanor polite but tinged with curiosity. "Damien," he replied, his voice steady. "One of Zeke's lovers." Zeke wrapped an arm around Damien's waist in a show of pride, pulling him closer as he nodded toward Tamar. "Say hi, Tamar," Imelda prompted, and Tamar waved with a bright, "Hi there!" her eyes sparkling with interest.

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."

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?”