Miss Not So Sidekick Novels & Stories

Helplessness would consume her. "I miss you," I whispered. So much. She forced a smile. "You shouldn't. I'm by your side. You may not see me but I'm there. By both your sides. That's why you have to work together. It would make me really happy to know even though I'm not there physically you can count on each other." Mitch and I shared a glance. I didn't want to have to work with the asshole but if it meant that much to Soph, then it was worth a try.

“What are you talking about, Blair? How did she find out?” Blair expressed a deep sigh of frustration whenever she recalled the incident inside Jacob’s office. “It’s my fault. I made a mistake,” she answered in a low voice as a sign of defeat. “So what’s your plan now? I’m sure that Jacob will be informed about your predicament,” Tracy mentioned. Another sigh escaped her lips before she opened her mouth to speak. “She gave me a mission, Tracy.” Tracy’s heart pounded when Blair mentioned the mission. If Blair was naïve, she had way more experience in dealing with the wealthy, and she learned that some wealthy individuals could be cruel…most of the time. “A mission? Such as?”

I replied and Miss Mitchel just giggled at me. "Hey! Stop calling me ma'am. Just call me Gabby." She replied and then I felt a pang of guilt punching me in the chest. I couldn't bring myself to answer her so I just nodded. "I'm not really someone who beats around the bush, so..." I think my heart stopped as soon as she started that sentence. Gosh! I knew this was coming. I looked at Andrea and she looks like she already has a stomachache. I tried to calm myself down and make myself believe that what she was about to say is not what I think it was.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

Charlie drained the remaining contents of her glass and reached for the bottle again. “you can’t say that you moron.” Sana chided. “you’re going to make her sad.” I laughed with feigned humor. “you can say whatever you want. It’s fine. I’m over Sin.” “No, you’re not.” Three voices echoed back at me. For some reason, that was so very hilarious to us, we all burst into laughter, tears running down our eyes and nail polishes forgotten. I wasn’t really over Sin, but I was getting there. Maybe. Probably.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, I take a look at my plans. “We made a few changes as Matthew was replaced by me. You won’t need all those warriors if you have me,” he grins at me and I let my plans slump into my lap. “Of course!” I groan, tucking my plans away. “But wouldn’t it be nice if Master Fynn would talk to poor little beta-princess Missy about the changing of plans?“ He laughs as he sets back, and waits for the bus to drive off. “Sorry, it was really last minute.”

After a few minutes of total silence, as we drove, Missy looked at me, "Monalisa Parker, you ain't a terrible person. Forget how much hatred Don has built in our hearts against those we once cherished but I know deep down you are still my best friend. My childhood bestie who had always wanted to save the world with her little hands," she said trying to pacify me and I flashed a smile. "I was innocent at heart Missy but watching my unborn baby bleed out of me while Bruno was busy flaunting Martina killed a part of me," I added trying to hold back my tears.

I groan, covering my face with the crook of my arm. “Oh, my gosh, you big whiner.” “Do I have to go?” I moan, and she throws a shoe at my head. “Rude!” I shout, and she chuckles. “Yes, you have to go. I have to go, which means you have to go, Til.” “Right. That whole sidekick gig. Got it.” I roll my eyes. Anna stops what she is doing and offers me a concerned frown. “It can’t be that bad. I heard the Moon Warriors pack members are gifts from heaven themselves.” She says, trying to deflect.

"I don't like women who wear heavy makeup, and I'm not fond of your artificially enhanced figure. My assistant is far better than you." Missy's face twisted in anger. "Does your assistant have as much money as I do? If you date me, I could save you twenty years' worth of struggle!" "I enjoy the struggle," Lucas said. Missy fell silent. "Don't bring up my assistant again. We are not dating or anything so don't spread baseless rumors about her. I don't think there's a need for this meal to continue nor for discussion about our potential collaboration."

I sometimes find myself preparing two cups of coffee in the morning because I'm used to making yours. I'm doing well in my life if you were wondering. I made new friends and they are great, but... even if it's hard for me to say it, I admit that nobody understands me the way you used to. I miss the way you used to comfort me when I used to go through any hard time, I miss how you used to hug me when I would cry. I was never embarrassed about crying in front of you, you never made me feel bad when I cried. You knew it was my weakness, yet you embraced it with an open heart. You have never considered it a weak point of mine, yet you never tried judging my point of view. I miss how we used to a