Misato Novelas e Histórias

He had guessed to take things slow for now so as not to freak the woman out. “What was this place called again?”, she asked her gaze back at the view. He turned his head towards the wonderful sight. “Kósmima.” The silver-haired woman turned her head towards him, meeting his red eyes glowing from the sun. “Kósmima? What does that mean?”

"I'm sorry for disturbing you two. Adam and I didn't think that Higan would have company today." I shook my head. "You didn't disturb anything so, don't apologize." She gave me a soft smile and handed Adam his food. "You guys spend a lot of time together, huh?" "Sort of." Adam snorted. "I doubt that because Higan's International COD Saturday was turned into Jamie Saturday. Not that I'm complaining. You two look good together." "We're just friends," I mumbled. "Friends who-" his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth.

“You’re fired. Submit a list of your assets and expenses to Yamato on your way out, and if you try to apologize, I’ll kill you” Her pheromones spread across the room, heavy with killing intent. I choke for a second— one solid second— before Miyamura’s pheromones rise to combat hers. His pheromones shield me, while still filtering out Misa’s killing intent from around me. I could hug him in gratitude. I will never take fresh air for granted, ever again. And neither will I ever get on Aronohai Misa’s bad side. Ever. The female alpha all but scurries away— but she doesn’t go far, the weight of Misa’s pheromones slams into her like a truck. She falls to her knees and passes out in a dead faint.

She nodded, smiling softly. She knew he was avoiding her question,she did not believe all he had just said. She had eyes, and she knew when a man likes a woman. Meanwhile,Luna Madonna sat down in her room,the bowl containing lyra drops of blood by her side as she recited a few incantations before a small symbol was visible on the blood. She froze. The blood turned ashen as soon as she touched it. Madonna smiled softly,her eyes shining with excitement. Lyra was becoming,but she did not know what it was yet. "What exactly is this girl?" Luna Madonna asked, her eyes turning dark as she glanced at the bowl again.

“Well, hello there. Who’s this little queen?” Priya stepped forward, her grin wide and warm. “That’s Miso. She’s loud, dramatic, and believes she owns me.” Ember laughed, extending a hand adorned with a sprinkle of curiosity. Miso blinked once, then, with an air of regal disdain, emerged from the confines of the carrier, only to approach Ember, rubbing against her leg with a low, soothing purr. “She likes you,” Tomas remarked, his tone laced with surprise. Ember smiled, scratching behind Miso’s ears with tender care. “She’s got good instincts.”

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

Still, from Misaki's perspective, she was in love with him. However, when Monica compared Mitaka to Sorata, Mitaka could at least be a man and didn't blame nor get angry toward Misaki, unlike Sorata, who often got angry toward Shiina because Shiina was naturally talented than him. When Sorata hit rock bottom and failed on something, Sorata would release all those negative emotions on Shiina, that the world was unfair for someone like him who was ordinary. Monica knew about the feeling between Mitaka and Misaki, which was why he avoided misunderstanding and rejected Misaki's invitation to visit her room since he didn't want a misunderstanding to happen between them and liked what he had said

Kirin glanced down slightly, noticing the bulging veins on Misoup's fair arm. He almost chuckled. Misoup caught his expression, her eyes darkened. "What's so funny?" "Just the way you look, it's amusing." "What's amusing about it?" "Seems like you're petite and delicate, but you're unexpectedly strong. Reminds me of... like a feisty Chihuahua." Misoup's face darkened, anger rising. "F**k you!" She tightened her grip on Kirin's hand, exerting more force. Kirin's hand was pushed down a bit.

Michael, I am happy for them… I swear! I’m not jealous at all of my little brother having a mate that tries to make it work. Astra has a lot of trust issues but still puts effort into forming their bond. Isaac can’t feel the mate bond yet but he is fully courting Astra.

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.