Misha #hsr Novels & Stories

The table was a marble countertop that showed the map of the secret divisions, stretching from Khriva, down to Varagrafena, and beyond the mountains that led to Norspatia! “Okay, what’s the rush?” Crescent called out in his deep, gravel voice. “You won’t believe it guys but I saw her. She is coming!” Eriva informed exuberantly with a huge smile, her deep yellow eyes brimming with excitement. “And who is “her”?” Poseidon was the one who popped the question, with deep furrows of confusion marring his perfect, clean, shaved face. “Grisha! She is coming and she will be among this year’s intake.” She laid the news to us causing us to look at her in disbelief.

"Unbelievable." "Talk if you want to or shut up." Darina said. "Are you on your period?" Kaisha asked. Darina looked up from her phone and stared at her annoying friend. "What do you have to say that is unbelievable? Anything is believable these days." She drawled. "Well I passed by room 109 and I heard something very interesting." Kaisha grinned. "Goody two shoes Saira Anderson is not so goody two shoes after all. She's a bad bad girl."

Mahira spend the next couple of days trying to call and seek appointment with Prime group, when she failed on phone, she decided that she would go personally and attempt meeting someone who might help her, she didn’t have time and as days and time ticked by, she feared Tazz’s return

She moves her gaze from Anna’s own to her thigh before shutting her eyes close. “Amaya? Amaya?” Anna kept calling out to her but got no response. Maybe she needed a breathing space but for sure it was certain that she suffered from Rape Trauma Syndrome (RTS) and was still at the acute stage. She had shown signs of hysteria, confusion and now she was crying. No one deserved to go through this. No one. After a minute or two of silence, Amaya’s voice echoes through Anna’s office room, not hiding the pain it held.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

After some days, in afternoon, Hoor was sitting in the living room , when she saw a beautiful girl entering .Mary was also behind her . She was also looking really happy after seeing the girl . "Hello "the girl around 24 or 25 greeted . "Hey "Hoor said getting up , she was confused and a bit nervous. The girl infront of her was really beautiful and Hoor wasn't even a bit confident about her own looks . A lot of doubts and questions were entering her mind regarding the girl and her relationship with Arhaan.

“Ready to play some Halo? You need a good ass-whipping after you cried like a baby over a few stitches.” “Fucker.” I tossed a pillow at him, but he easily ducked. A day away from Miss Rossi would be good for me. She’d had a warm glow in her eyes when I left her, and it would start fading about now. Gia needed a little shaking up. Giving her a day to remember who took her virginity was a good way to keep her in her place. “You’re on. A C-note says I win.” I’d lose it and I didn’t care. “I’ll take your money and watch you cry.”

"Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate." She's been away just for twelve days, and came home with her mate. An alpha, and a royal, while she didn't even realize that she isn't a mere human. Sabrina's jaw dropped. "Mate?" Moira is clearly confused. "I need a word with you, Mr. Lockhart," I said, tried my best to look as intimidating as possible while boring my eyes to his. He gave me a nod. "Sure, Sir." I walk to the direction of the elevator, intended to bring the boy to my office for some questions and threats, but stopped after realized that Moira is tailing after us.

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The class door opens and a few of my classmates enter, shooting an awkward look my way. I quickly sit up, giving them a weak smile. I take out my books slowly and pretend to be fascinated with trigonometry. If I kept my head down, maybe no-one will notice the pain on my face or my eyes. A few minutes pass before the teacher walks in, greeting us all. I wave at Trish as she pulls up next to me, looking as fabulous as ever. Her blonde hair has been straightened and flowing down her shoulders. Her makeup is immaculately done and her nails are painted a bright blue. She is such a Barbie. She turns towards me, flashing me an award winning smile before frowning —