Mis Historias Novels & Stories

My eyes glanced around for possible eyes lurking, but the coast appeared clear. Cam’s voice echoed from the other end, and I could hear the sound of his fingers tapping on the keyboard. “Yeah. A little dirt on Mrs. Harrington.” I hated that she had that name—a name that was mine for three years before she showed her filthy face. I swallowed my anger, feeling it burn my cheeks while I forced my subsequent words out. “Tell me. What did you find?” “Something interesting. Do you happen to know anyone with the name Darren Sterling?”

I remained silent, my mind racing with possibilities. "Let me tell you a story," he continued without waiting for a reply. "The Orchid is a group of greedy men who sought power to rule the world. They trained their sons, but these boys were always destroyed or claimed by women. Soon they realized that a woman was a powerful weapon. What a man needs power to achieve, a pretty woman needs only a smile." He paused, his gaze piercing mine. "So, they started taking children, babies under one year old, and training them for one purpose only, to help the Orchid dominate the world."

Jenny realized that whoever that guy is killing people knows the history which means he is someone who wants to repeat the things which have already happened in the past but he also wants to make people realize the old suffering, might be a mad or a psycho. She read and read several times, searched and searched a lot of the data from the internet as well as books. All the things were in front of her and the only thing that was missing was only that person who's behind all this trouble. (While studying all the stuff she fell asleep). Well, her efforts remind me of someone's good words and I want to share with you, 'What is history? It's someone's deed, someone's desire or maybe destiny. But a

Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.

And the woman across my table — whoever she actually was — was here and she was sharp and she had offered to help without asking for anything back. I wasn't going to waste that. --- ~ Virelle ~ I had been gone forty days. Forty days in the eastern territories running a job for Kael that had taken longer than expected and ended messier than I would have liked. Three cracked ribs. A knife wound on my left side that had closed up but still pulled when I moved wrong. I had walked into that dining room expecting to eat, report, and sleep for twelve hours. I had not expected a Luna. I had not expected *her.*

He took my right away to tell him the trauma of my past when I was ready. As the hot water hit my body, memories flooded my mind of the day I lost my parents when they ex-communicated me several years ago for coming out gay. The day I stood in tears at my grandfather's door as he accepted me into his home. The worst memory of them all was the day I lost my grandfather to lung cancer. I felt emotions coming up again before I ran to the toilet and threw up again. I felt his hands on my waist before he said sheepishly, "Let me help you to bed."

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

“It seemed like the right thing to bring. I don’t know why.” I looked down at the lighthouse on the cover. Then back at him. “Thank you,” I said. And I meant it in the way you mean something when words are not quite big enough for it but they are what you have. He stayed for forty minutes. We did not talk about the business. We did not talk about the contract or the mentorship structure or any of it. He told me about the first company he had tried to build, before Vale Enterprises, the one that had failed so completely he had to borrow money to cover three months of rent afterward, and the way he said it was matter-of-fact, no drama, no performance of humility, just a man telling a true stor

Saira said. "Socio." He snorted derisively. "Tell me a good story." She muttered. "Romance, horror, Sci - Fi. Take your pick." "Romance of course." She chuckled. "Tell me about... Us." "Okay." He grinned. "Once upon a time in a kingdom far away, there lived a beautiful woman whom everyone knew as Azuka the warrior Princess." "I like that one." She smiled. "She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods."

People began to rush back home while the rain became heavy, After being drenched with the rain I walked to a closed shop to take a shield after a while I sat down weeping and didn't know when I drifted into sleep. I open my eyes the following day to voices of people waking me up and it was Mr and Mrs Jonas and their daughter trying to wake me up. I quickly raise my head, I stood up but was to tired to stand on my feet, They help me into their cafe and ask me so many questions, I couldn't tell them the truth than to tell them that I was rendered homeless by my stepmom , they believed me and help me and I began to work with them and till now they have been good to me but now that they are goin