Misato Novelas e Histórias

Krysie lifts a smile. "Yes?" The girl cleared her throat and arranged her eyeglass before extending her hands. "Hi, I'm Misaki Kobayashi. You are?" Krysie suddenly feels delighted after hearing her. Finally, someone talked to me! She smiled and accepted Misaki's hand. "Hi! I'm Krysie Forsuello. You can call me Sey." They shook hands and Misaki giggled. "I never thought you'll talk to me." "What do you mean?" Krysie's forehead knotted in confusion.

she released me and turned to make her way into the eatery as I tried to maintain my composure. It took me a few minutes to regain control of myself before heading inside where I was greeted by the hostess, "Mr. Monroe, we've already got you a table. Right this way." I was led to a spot I knew all too well, a booth close to the back of the establishment. Callie was seated grinning from ear to ear, "I know you have a thing for booths. Is this okay?" She fiddled with her menu as if knowing I wasn't going to decline her motion. She was smart.

Naham lifted his body and moved forward, pressing his lips to the Elder's lips. When he pulled back from the kiss, his dragon took the front seat to look at his mate. “Your eyes are so beautiful!” Aero said softly. “What is your name?” “My name is Misato,” Aero was shocked at how different their voices were. Naham’s voice was soft, while his dragon's was rough. “When you're forward, I smell smoke. I thought Omega dragons couldn't breathe fire.”

Kotori reminded him with a smile. Harris shook his head. "Saburo can run fast too. He's our best here," pointing to Saburo who was elegantly drinking from his miso bowl. Mika giggled. "Yes, but he's already a senior. You're a rookie and you're almost as fast as him. Even I can't dash as fast as you, you know? I'm sure even you can beat Saburo in windtalking someday. No offense, Saburo," she looked nervously at Saburo.

Anna looks away from the captivating green eyes back to the food in front of her that was mostly carbs. “I ruined your morning?” The guy in front of her has a blank expression on his face like he had no idea what she was saying and that was just about to start pissing her off. She gives him a place to sleep over, he says hurtful words at her and then acts like nothing had happened. Who the hell was this man?

Losing her hesitancy, she dug in and focused on eating, rather than the man at the end of the table, which was difficult considering who it was she was sharing the table with. When Nya was done, she looked up and saw him staring at her, sitting back in his chair, his arms folded across his massive chest. She arched an eyebrow, not sure if she should’ve finished sooner or if she was eating too fast. A smirk crossed Slate’s face, which she assumed was meant to make her feel more at ease, but it didn’t. “What are you looking at?” Nya asked, taking a sip from her wine. It was much more sour than what she was used to, but she choked it down.

The two times that I had gone to the bar in the company of several colleagues, he had been there, of course talking and laughing with Eva and going to her office on business and both times, I had left after 10 minutes, and since then I hadn’t gone to that place anymore. Of course, it wasn't just in there, no, of course not. Last week I went out to eat with several women from the company at a popular Japanese restaurant two blocks from Be productive, when I turned my gaze to a corner and met with amused feminine eyes, while her companion smiled at her really comfortable. Yes. I’m talking about Mark and Jessica. Jessica the bitch. The only thing missing was her tail and her barking. The nigiri

I’m assuming they’re having dinner at the sea side so I might see him there. I wore a cute sundress partner with my slippers. When I arrive they’re already there and waited for me before getting food to the buffet table. I sit beside Miss Tessa and Miss Rina and while eating I notice Arthur looking at me while he’s eating, I look away when Nathan notice us at the same time warn us with his look. I gulp and continue enjoying my crab. “Wow! I didn’t know Miss Emily know how to use her fingers while eating.” I almost choke when they said that.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

Jackson looked drained of life essence and suddenly picked vegetables to be an interesting subject of observation. "Stop, the cavities might kill me," Maria whined with a red face, "I suppose that's a valid compliment, Pikachu." "Uh, Pikachu?" Jackson asked with a pout, "of all things, a Pokémon specie?" "Well, you're adorable, aren't you?" Maria made bunny ears with her index and middle fingers, "pika-pika." Jackson would settle for cute. No one had ever called him cute. It rang in his head like a band of drums and his heartbeat accelerated.