Misha Danmachi Novels & Stories

Misa was surprisingly nice, a cool presence in the suffocating atmosphere of the mansion. We had spent the last few days talking, sharing snippets of our lives, and I had learned that her real passion was choreography. Her past defiance of Madam Cha’s orders hadn’t stemmed from a lack of talent, but rather a stubborn refusal to be controlled. “We get to take pictures and live normal for a few hours,” she had said earlier, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And maybe even have a feel of some men, let my ass shake around their crotch, make it so erect, and then just run off!”

Her black Pocahontas hair and her mocha brown skin look real and flawless. Mark became entranced by the sexy CGI dancing queen. Even the sweat on her skin looked authentic. The high-octane fire did not affect the simulated young woman’s body. She moved and grooved with her hands on her shapely hips. The fire kissed her gyrating hips and her slender tattooed waistline. It kissed her denim miniskirt and her strapless red leather halter top.

Emma said before watching the students place their palms at the glass Ball. "gold rank, stage two, basic Mastery, sure pass," Emma said after looking at Miratio Ball that was divided into three with the first shining golden, the second bearing the number two and the third being sky blue. "Minerva silver rank, stage four, your Mastery is hazardous it is quite red in colour. Uraraka, pro gold rank, stage one, basic Mastery. Isekai crystal rank, stage seven, mastery and finally Oriol, pro silver rank, stage three, advanced ranking.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Yet, she was too restless to get some much-needed rest. Mish hasn't had a good night's sleep since the attacks --worried for her sister, Rie. She knew Lucas, her mate, a Dragon King will care better for her than she could. He was doing exactly that when she left the library. Her lips lifted in a faint smile. Lucky Anna Marie, her sassy sister. The man was drop-dead Greek-God gorgeous --not as gorgeous as her beloved-- and he was crazy over her. Frowning, Mish looked at the ceiling. Ridiculous. Why would she be so obsessed with the man she had been dreaming of for such a long time, she doesn't know. It's inevitable. He had been a part of her since she was young.

“Thank you by the way.” Miho just smiled and quickly walked back to her seat. She sat down and carried on doodling on her piece of paper. “Can I seat with you if you don’t mind?” she asked looking at Miho. Miho nodded her head as she let the girl with earrings on her face to move pass her. “By the way I’m Veliou Knight and you?” asked the girl with earrings on her face. “Miho, Miho Weapon” replied Miho shaking Veliou’s soft slim caramel hands.

Agreed," I replied. I take my cell phone and play a song. "Well, let”s get back to work!" I said. "Oh, Nandemonaiya again eh? Doesn’t it bore you?" Alfi asked. "Nah, this is the song that made me meet Mitsuha," I answered embracing my Mitsuha dakimakura (a hugging pillow with your loved anime character) "What a pathetic Nijikon," Alfi said. "Hmph, like you are one to talk," I replied.

CHAPTER 1 Lily's POV PIZA to eiga wo ogoriatta Mukashi wo barashiatta Himitsu wa mou naitte KURABU de battariattara Naiteta yo kimi ga otoko no yoko de ...I'm a dummy >Lily's Alarm (Limit Control - Dummy)

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.