Miss Not So Sidekick Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“Anyone who wants to read that sentimental nonsense can do so later, right?” She smiled sweetly, like she’d just offered everyone cake and not insult. Mr. Westwood cleared his throat. “Let’s skip to the main agenda.” Malik didn’t argue. He flipped through the pages silently, eyes narrowing as he scanned the next section. Then he stopped. His face shifted. From calm to confused. From confused to stunned. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “What is it?” Cynthia asked. “Speak, boy,” Mr. Westwood barked. “We don’t have all day.”

It felt like a joke. If kindness got crushed and hard work only earned suspicion— Then someone else could deal with this thankless mess from now on. *** My closure notice blew up both group chats. The pickup station chat went completely insane. [What happened? Why'd it close?] [@Annie, what's going on? Why shut it down all of a sudden?] [My package is still in there! Do I seriously have to grab it tonight?] [So where are deliveries supposed to go now? This is ridiculous.]

Ekaro- Good morning. Ok so this is chapter ten, I'm sorry for late update. Next chapter would be in third's POV, wee need to know how her date went right😉 OK cya, Much ❤❤ and spaghetti 🍜🍜

Hello guys, I made a mistake in the sequece of chapters, please don't read yet, as I just made the correct edits but it hasn't reflected yet. I am really sorry for this. Please hold on for a while, I will send in another message once it has been corrected. Thank you for your patience, guys😢😢😢

he exclaims, sounding both annoyed and worried. "I'm good. My arm got hurt but it will be fine," I say as Hank grabs my good hand. He pulls me to my feet and I try to keep my gaze on Mr. King's face. I don't want to risk locking eyes with Missy. This has to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. Hundreds of people just saw me make a rookie mistake, and the last thing I want is her pity. MISSY POV

Mishka said, cursing herself for the stupidity she did years ago. “And what’s your take on this?” Christian asked, lifting an eyebrow. “I don’t know!!” She said, sounding confused. “I think it’s a good idea. In the first part, I’ll be the one, whom readers will curse out, and in the sequel, you’ll be the one, whom they will cuss at!!” Christian laughed while saying the last part and Mishka smacked his arm, frowning.

She didn’t do what she was supposed to do, but she did manage to get Missy to see her kissing the punk, creating the perfect opportunity for me to be her knight in shining armor. It should have worked, but Missy still had her guard up around me, even while crying over another guy. I left her at her house, now knowing where she lives, and waited a few hours in this nasty ass car until I knew she was asleep. I had planned on sneaking into her bed to create a bigger misunderstanding between her and the dude if he showed up the next morning. I knew he would, because I would have. Missy is not someone you give up on when you’ve been caught cheating. She’s gorgeous and filthy rich. Her big ass and

hello all I just want to inform you that I by mistake got two new chapters mixed up with each other. and added chapter 20 before chapter 19. I fixed this and am only waiting for the editor to accept the changes. I apologize for the confusion also I read in some comments there was a bit of confusion about Aiden. for those who read the first book "the king and the rejected she-wolf" a while back you would know Aiden as the boy Kai that Mack adopted.

I said while we were walking back to madam Debua's office ******************* Awwwn 🥺🥺🥺 What will you do if you were in her shoes The chapter is teary 🤧 but the next will be exciting Please vote for the chapter if you find it worthy of your votes See you on Monday during my next update You can check out my new book "loving the schools bad boy" while you wait for the update. Bye 😘

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl