Misha #hsr Novels & Stories

Teacher’s Pet: Bullied nerd Misha, has always had an unrequited crush on her hot highschool teacher, Mr. Brett. Ruggedly handsome, he appears so brooding and serious all the time but the dangerous glint in his dark eyes tells Misha otherwise, especially not after she caught him sleeping with a fellow teacher. When he asks her to meet him in the math class after school the next day, sparks fly, temperatures rise and a whole lot of other hard things do too.

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.

~Maya's POV~ I was sobbing in my hotel room, unsure what to do when Mishka called. Mishka is a friend of mine who is originally from India. She’s someone I’ve known for three years. Mishka never liked Teresa. Perhaps she was able to perceive things that I was unable to. In her spare time, she moonlights as a waitress. Me: Hello! Mishka: Oh my God, you are a difficult woman to reach! Where are you? There is a party being held at this hotel today for all the bigwigs, and we are down to one part-time employee. Please say yes.

Armando introduced himself. Armando extended his right hand for a handshake, and Sofia confidently met it. “Paloma Sofia Santos, at your service,” Sofia replied with a smile. Sofia proudly introduced herself to Armando Quinto and graciously accepted his handshake. She didn’t forget to introduce her boyfriend, Amir, to the Quinto couple. “Why don’t we all sit together? It’ll be nice to share a meal and chat,” Larissa suggested warmly. “Sure, Mom. I’d love to share with you how my pregnancy is going,” Cassia replied cheerfully.

I know Nico and the Irish are also skeptical. We arrive at the restaurant, and our led to the table by the hostess to where Misha sits. He’s a very hairy man in my opinion. Misha is in his early forties, and the white peaking through is thick dark brown hair proves it. He’s also a bit on the plumper side like a slightly thinner Santa Claus. He has a thick, bushy short beard. He gives a wide tooth grin as our waitress immediately comes over while the hostess walks off.

There's not much to tell, most of my friendships faded after Adam because I stopped trusting people, but there's Mitchell. Mitchell, he repeated. You've mentioned her before. Yeah, she's been my best friend since high school, stuck with me through all my shit even when I was being impossible. I shifted to look at him. She's an interior designer, brilliant at what she does, funny as hell, and she doesn't take any of my bullshit. She sounds important to you. She is, she's probably the only person besides you who actually knows me and still chooses to be around. Christopher was quiet for a moment and then said, I'd like to meet her.

he replied honestly, “But you are the main attraction in my eyes. I can’t wait to watch you share your research.” There was a loud grunt behind us and I jumped, startled. Misha was still there–I had completely forgotten about him. Misha has never liked being ignored. He’s not used to it. As the heir to Carter Group and the CEO of Carter Tech, he expected to be the center of attention. Even in college, as a lead debater and captain of the rugby team, he was used to a certain level of constant adoration. “Who is he?” Misha frowned. “You’re married. You shouldn’t be talking to other men.”

I feel like I'm being played with evil and I'm seeing something. "Yeah..." I answered weakly. My eyes were locked on his gaze and somehow, his eyes were amused looking at me. I don't know why but that's what I see. It feels like, he knows something about me. "Hi!" Suddenly a greeting came from behind it. That's Marcus. He was smiling just like the Lucas I've known. "Hello." I greeted her back and I even waved. "Hiiii!" Misha congratulated him. "I am Misha Mijares by the way, her best friend." Misha introduced Marcus.

Jessica explained as she continue with her food. " Hmm, that's hot," Misha giggled. " You called that hot!" Jessica exclaimed. Seeing the way Jessica reacted, Misha diverted her statement. She doesn't want Jessica to see through her intentions. She wanted Jessica to believe that she doesn't care but deep down, Misha has had a long-time crush on Edwin since her first time in Turner's company. She had tried multiple times to be Edwin's secretary but she never qualified. Misha wished she was one in Jessica's position. The three finished their meal and left the cafeteria.

“Isaac Hale. When I win this, I’ll take you to my wrestling match.” Hunter let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the tension that buzzed just under the surface. “Oh yeah, that's gonna be lit, dude! I wonder how your ring girl would feel getting replaced like that by a married woman.” “Who said I’m replacing her?” Isaac snorted, “Don't you know what threesome is?” I felt the smirk leave my face. Misha, on the other hand, didn’t blink. He just reached for his whiskey glass, lifted it halfway, and said calmly, “Talk like that again, and you’ll be playing with broken fingers.”