Mirko Novels & Stories

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

“ The pheromone incident was an accident or rather, something I did because I was desperate.” “ Desperate?” “ The thing is, Lyron and I know each other… we had a thing going on six years ago,” i rested my head on the table in embarrassment. “ Wait… hold up,” Mirio interrupted. “ Lyron is a girl, right?” “ Are you dumb or has the alcohol gotten to your head?” Michael poked Mirio’s head. “ I clearly said a ‘he’ and even the name is enough to know that he's a boy. I hope this helps.”

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while Milo stayed close to Elara, watching, absorbing. When a teacher asked for their names, Mira piped up proudly, “I’m Mira Cross!” The teacher smiled. “And you must be Milo?” Milo blinked, caught off guard, then nodded shyly. “He’s my brother,” Mira added matter of factly, like that explained everything. Elara’s breath hitched a little. The words came so naturally from Mira’s lips, and Milo’s eyes flickered up to her, searching for permission. Elara gave him a small, warm smile, one that said it was okay to belong here, if he wanted to.

A mirror image of her sharing the same sorrow she has. "You killed him!" Her doppelganger's shriek horrifies her. She was holding a dagger in her hand, standing a few feet from her. The tears of blood streaming down her eyes now staining her white dress. A contrast to her maroon dress. She gulped as she remained speechless that she could only do was hug Colfre's lifeless body. "You killed the man I love!" Morrigan shook her head. Muttering one word repeatedly: "No..." Her doppelganger slowly walks towards her with her blaming her for the death of Colfre. Every word her doppelganger throwing at her like a poisonous dagger piercing her chest repeatedly. Even more painful than death. "You kille

he replied and extended a handshake to Mike. "Hello, who the fuck are you?" "My name is Mickey, I am the translator and a kinda secretary hired for Mr. Badur by Amin." "Okay... I guess your services are needed, Micheal smiled and shook his head." "Thank you, Micheal," he laughed brightly. "Well, you're welcome... Do you know how to cook?" "Yes, I am a magnificent cook." "Praise God! You can add cook to your job description." "Oh, okay," Micky replied.

“ ….Unbelievable……..now I am convinced that our boss is not a human . “ said Antonio . “ How many times do you two want me to repeat to you that you are not allowed to chit chat while working ? “ said Damian with a serious tone . Antonio and Derrick turned their heads in a ‘ we are caught ‘ way . “ I…..was just answering Antonio’s question about your character , boss . “ said Derrick , washing off the blame from himself . Antonio glared at Derrick annoyed then forced a smile in front of Damian . “ Boss , I already asked you for permission . “ said Antonio. . “ Whatever !…….You shouldn’t bother Derrick with nonsense anymore . Let’s go . “ said Damian . Antonio got up from his place and follow

It was a deadly skill and one which can only be used by a swordmaster. A swordmaster? Ugo's lips parted with smiles. Her father was the master of all masters. She hasn't seen anyone in the village that can match his skill. Even though he had surrendered his weapons to the King and had picked up farm work from the dust, he still was the best. He will always be, despite the nickname, Mmiri (water), or whatever tag the village people have placed on him.

They talked for a while about random things. "Mike, there's something that's been bothering me," Vanessa said mid way into their conversation. "What's that? It seems like you have a lot if things bothering you, today," he replied. "It's about Annabelle," she said. "The Siromani? She's in your school, right?" She smiled. "Yeah, she's my friend." "How did you manage to snag a Siromani? Those people are rare kinds," he joked. She chuckled. They sure are rare kinds, rare kinds that are trouble magnets."

MIKAEL The door to my office swung open after a couple of knocks on the door which I'd ignored. But, the person behind the door was a persistent bastard; Lorenzo is his name. We've known each other since highschool and now he's also working for me as the head of HR department. He might be the only person who understands me even though I act like a jerk towards him most of the time. "Busy, I see" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.