Misa Chan Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

I look down and find a card still stuck on it. I sighed and took the card, insert mine and draw some money, then making sure that I tuck my card safely in my pocket. I inspecting the previous card. I was just about to bring it to the shopkeeper boy, just in case someone went back to search for it, when I flip the card and read the contact information behind it, written with a marker. [If you find this card, please call my number, Moira Stephan.] A phone number written below. A pang surged in my chest. Why did moon goddess did this to me? It's been eight years since I left her, yet now our fate aligned again by an ATM machine.

When Missy is by my side, I think I just can't stop to smile. - Own... - Raquela sighed in enchantment, while Missy blushed deeply – I can hardly imagine how happy Gwyneth must be to see them so in love. It's a shame that she and her father can't stay long at this kind of event. But next year, I guarantee we'll come back sooner from Madrid just to pay them a visit before the next party. - She promised, earning a smile from Logan - But, tell me, Missy, what do you work with? - Oh, I'm a software engineer. – Missy said, with a shy smile – I've worked for some companies, but currently I'm doing some autonomous projects.

Perhaps the goddess had blessed her because the ten opponents she had faced were weak hybrids, more inferior than Catie. “Behold, this is the infamous Alfreda Herfst, Champion of Ethera!” an elf announcer said. He stood on an elevated part of the stadium wearing all white clothing. “She is fighting solo, my dear spectators! Can she make it to the top?” The crowd roared. Malaika had gathered fans from different races as soon as she started the one-on-one battle. She was fighting nonstop the whole day, and as they expected, Malaika advanced and came in line to face stronger opponents from the higher caste.