Mirko Mha Novels & Stories

She slid on her thin, professional smile—the falsest one in her entire arsenal. "I listen very well, Maestro," Michi replied. Her voice came out calm, controlled, cold as ice. "I simply don't have time to entertain conspiracy theories about some random demo you picked up off an underground forum. If there's nothing important about our coursework, please step aside. My harmony class starts in ten minutes."

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

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.

The next two days were filled with sweat, dirt and general exhaustion. Micah had been serious when he offered to train me, and I quickly began to see the High Lord lingering beneath his familiar skin. High Lord Micah was brutal, unforgiving and generally ruthless when it came to my training.

She looked at me and my eyes met her teary ones. Who the hell is making her cry again?! ***** Makaila's POV "Well, well, well." He started, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. He began to walk towards me, the others following behind. "Look who we have here." He shared a malicious laugh with his counterparts and I rolled my eyes, trying not to show that I was intimidated.