Misha #hsr Novels & Stories

Slidell was so excited, people start to come to the platform just before they yellow line when the voice over was done, Slidell was about to step with them when Misha grabbed his hand and looked up at him. “Slidell, I’m sorry.” Her cold touch says it all, her eyes watered and as if fighting the tears to fall she looked down and apologized again. She’s about to turn back, Slidell’s mouth went agape, slowly, her touch slide to him. And just before the tip of their fingers separate Slidell swallowed hard and clasped her hand fully. “Tell me what’s the problem, I’m coming with you.” Misha’s always been close to death, ever since her childhood, she watched it messed up before her eyes because of

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

He walked me back to the couches before he said, "He's not a psycho or anything. I promise." I sat down and so did he. "Do you remember that video you made during college?" Alec asked. I sat back on the couch to think for a moment and Alec did too. "Oh! Yeah! The promotional video that was posted on the school website to encourage more women to attend my private college." I said. Alec nodded in agreement before he said, "Well if you remember? That video went viral on I*******m. My master saw it as a suggested video that he may like because he donates funds to your private college."

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Misha sat absentmindedly beside Yana, still thinking about why Ellis’ name seemed familiar. And while Ellis was talking about the qualities of their product and how it was a lot better than the competition, Misha’s phone vibrated inside her bag and she put it out and saw her F******k account on the screen. She closed it and saw that Ruth had texted her, asking if he was already at the hotel. She replied yes and was about to put her phone back inside her bag when something crossed her mind. She went to her F******k account and from there, she opened Soren’s account and while at his account, she looked at his friends list and her jaw dropped when she saw Ellis Marquez there.

I don't want to go back there and if he gets to know he will send me back there so I am going to tell him that my home is far away and they sent me out so I came here and I have nowhere else to go. Yes!!! sounds great this is what I will tell him I smiled and clapped my hands grinning happily. ASHER'S POV I drove into my Beach House, climbed the pouch and opened the door to hear play giggle coming from inside the house. I totally forgot about the insane girl Melissa that's her name I guess. I stood by the door looking at her as she clapped and giggled. This lady is sure not okay I mean who claps and giggles alone in a house where she is the only one in.

Hesitating for a moment, she answered. "Hello?" she said, her voice was cautious. "Miss Olivia," came the deep, unmistakable voice on the other end. "It’s Victor Husley." Her grip tightens. "What do you want?" she demanded, a hint of irritation in her voice. "I wanted to ensure you gave my offer proper consideration," Victor replied smoothly. "I believe it is in your best interest." "My best interest?" she said. "What kind of man give proposal to a woman like that and thinks he’s doing her a favor?"

*** Meanwhile, in the master's bedroom, Maverick lay on his bed while holding a picture of a stunning South American beauty. In the picture, her smile radiated the whole place. One could get lost in them. Maverick smiled and stroked the picture lightly, “You know what Amber? I met a fatty today. Don't ask me if I like her cause I don't. She's rude, ugly well maybe a little pretty and she's chubby. I wish you were here right now. You could have met her and maybe liked her. I miss you a lot best friend. Do you miss me too?”

‘Yeah, show them who the Alpha is,’ Blaise said and I almost growled out loud at him. “Is this like a commune or something?” she asked as she sat down at the counter after I pulled a chair out for her. “I’m Storm by the way.” “Uhm, we’re just a bunch of friends sharing a house,” I said to her. “So, a commune then,” she said and smiled. “I see how you’d think that,” I said to her as Rafael joined us in the kitchen. “So what do you guys do?” she asked. “What do you mean?” I asked her.

Warm blood slid down my leg. The pain made my vision blur for a moment, but I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. That would only make things worse. "Brother, this is pointless," Misha’s voice cut in, sweet and dripping venom. "She needs to go. Throw her out." She moved toward him, each step deliberate, like she was already sure she’d won. "There are plenty of other girls. Too many whores. Losing one won’t matter," she added, her voice dripping poison.