Miskos Treasure Heroines Manuscript Novels & Stories

Just a black text box. [NEW MESSAGE]: AUTHOR_ADMIN Congratulations!!! You're coloring outside the lines again, Rina. The Masquerade was supposed to end with your humiliation, not a standing ovation. Nice job! But do you think the Midnight Rose makes you a Queen? It makes you a target. WARNING: The manuscript has been seized by the publisher and it's self-correcting. If you don't return to the 'Villainess' path by the next lunar cycle, he will initiate a hard-reset.

was dimly lit by ripped curtains and boarded, broken windows. It was a room with bookshelves along the walls filled with various dusty old books. There was a very big desk at the end of the room with several picture frames on top. Azura walked around the desk as Jay and the warrior placed a very heavy bookshelf in front of the door. She looked out the window to see Leus still hiding behind the cottage. She could see many guards running to the west side of the courtyard and wondered what they were up to. Several archers were shooting arrows towards the windows. She backed away and bumped into the desk, turning to see the portraits covered in cobwebs. She noticed a pair of golden eyes

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

If even just a little while. I missed her bear hugs. The small ones I used to get whenever I manage to pop up. The little way she would attempt and fail to hide her smile. The trust and absolute security that she saw me as. All of that was gone now, everything I was , was replaced by betrayal and sadness. Those were the things that bonded me to Ammoy. The fact that she saw me beyond a wolf, an Alpha. She only saw a man. Even when I lost everything, being around me didn’t faze her because she didn’t have an agenda to move up the ranks. She wanted absolutely nothing from me.

It was so intoxicating that I nearly sucked them all. The taste is indescribable— it was sweet divine nectar beyond humans can ever comprehend; it's addictive and pleasurable and I'm craving more. I can hear the scream of the man slowly fading away; I can also feel the hissing of his body until he gradually gets heavier, saka ko lamang siya binitawan nang maramdaman kong napawi na ang uhaw na nararamdaman ko. I feel like I didn't drink much for years. I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open.

Ana clenched her fist and took a deep breath before approaching the crowd. “I’m Ana Mystica. Yes, I was the last person to talk to grandma Tasing, but we left her in good hands with her grandchild. How can you say I’m involved?” Ana asked with a furrowed brow. The people nodded in agreement, as Ana’s words were indeed true. The investigator looked at Ana and grinned. “I know you, Lady Ana Mystica. A stranger from Manila. You’re also Don Martin Montecillo’s girlfriend. The people here don’t know you. How do we know you’re not a bad person?” the investigator said with a smirk.

"You can have whatever treasure we find—" "Oh, I know," he laughed, looking up at me over his shoulder, then he slipped through the doors and out of sight. *** Maeve I spread my fingers over the map, trying to make sense of the seemingly ancient script and hand drawn curves of the unfamiliar lands. It was so different compared to the maps Troy used to navigate the ship, so old-fashioned and almost mythical. I turned it upside down, looking at the tiny pictures along the margins; drawings of wolves and the moon cycles, of course. A strange looking flower and a man with red eyes. The Moon Goddess herself, depicted as a woman with long, flowing white hair covering her naked breasts, her skin sk

58. Rachael. Lyanna brought out weird herbs from her "Chest of Doom", a name I had penned for a large wooden chest-like box on the table. She set a table and started arranging her herbs like it was some sort of treasure. "I was hoping you would come sooner. I have a lot to show you and I'm always alone." She grinned widely. "Seeing a fresh face here is always exciting to me. The rest ran away." She rolled up the sleeves of her large robe, revealing a dark set of tattoos on her forearms.

~06~ I must be in a dream. This could never be my reality. Thought Minsi. Last night, she was saved by the Alpha of the Mistwood pack. The biggest rivals of the Maplewood pack and where she was born. How did she end up in the enemy's territory? And then she found out that he was her mate. The Alpha of Mistwood, this gorgeous and powerful man was her fucking mate. She didn't know what the Moon Goddess had in store for her and her future, but this kind of second chance was too good to be true.

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu