Miss Not So Sidekick Novels & Stories

Like Caesar, the great Roman general, I to am willing to fight for what I believe in. If I can get Robbie alone to myself for one more private conversation, it will tell me everything I need to know. I want to hear it from his lips that whatever spark there was between us, whatever fire there has been, has been put out by him. Who does Missy think she is, telling me to back off? I understand that she has loved him for years and that perhaps she is being a little touchy on the matter. If I were in her shoes, I suppose I would be irritable and defensive about finally being with the man of my dreams. Come to think of it. I am not entirely sure why Missy is one of my bridesmaids. She was always

“Mae! It’s me, Missy! Okay, weird, of course you know I am. Where’s that awesome stepdaughter of yours?” Jane smiled as Mae chuckled. “We’re in the kitchen, Missy!” Missy’s head appeared in the doorway with a silly grin on her face. “So … I’m not even going to explain why I was talking to myself.” “At least this time it wasn’t a ten minute conversation,” Mae said. Missy’s cheeks reddened as she laughed at herself. “Stop making me look weird, Mae! I’m trying to befriend Jane here.” “Newsflash, Missy, we’re already friends.”

- Do you really think you and Knight will go far? - Liam half growled and half mocked, but she didn't even turn around. With a secret smile, she just ran her fingers over the ring on her right hand, not even flinching as she took a few more steps away from him – You might think you've become badass since we broke up, but the truth is, you're still the same sucker ever! – still without letting herself down, Missy ignored him solemnly, continuing to walk, approaching the agency's door, until he shouted something that made her freeze – So know that your perfect boyfriend also has shit with Suzan! That's right! - The victorious smile was audible in his euphoric voice, especially when Missy remai

Maybe she will finally give it up to me now. I’m driving into this shitty town, trying to decide how I want to approach Missy this time. I had to figure out how to mess up her car last time to create an opportunity for me to swoop in and save her. That Monica bitch was supposed to keep her punk of an ex away from Missy the entire day, seducing him so he had no right to go back to her. 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.

I am working very hard to create a good plot with strong ML and FL. Thank you for your encouragement. Miss M

"He’s detained. Misha’s trying to make him talk. We decided to let him have some fun before a Shadow Knight steps in." "Look, Misha’s tough and smart, but he leans more toward the moral side of things. He makes the best of whatever he's got. Just… don’t push him into something that’ll break him. I don’t want to deal with a depressed Misha. He’s a pain in the ass." "I’ll see what I can do," he said, folding his arms and leaning back on the couch. "Great," I nodded. His phone rang again, and he picked it up, listening silently.

She could be cool sometimes but it always comes off as silly. "You know, you said it well, I almost cried, you brought up your abnormalities." I saw it and got up from the floor. "You know me. I am Misha, queen of mishaps." It's even a joke. "When that comes true, I don't know you anymore." I was still scared and started walking out. "Hey! I'm just kidding!" Suddenly it knocked three times on the wall and it ran after me. "You're great August. My hair is already beautiful, you still blocked it." It's still a complaint.

Matt said, mockingly, obviously playing around with his best friend. Mike smacked him in the chest, causing Matt to throw his hands up, curled into fists. "Come on fucker, hadn't had a good tickling in a good long while," he said, dancing around for a few seconds like a boxer. "Wanna try and give me one?" "You two are such idiots." said Missy, his older sister from behind him, shaking her head. She was three years older than Matt and Mike, and favored her brother more than most girls. Smiling, she side stepped Matt, and gave Mike a quick hug.

Dad was a big fucking idiot. I couldn’t let him get rid of her. She was the only good thing I had going right now. No matter how angry I was, she was always there to take it. I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. I needed Missy and her ability to take my anger. She was like the yin to my yang or whatever. Without me, Missy was no one, but some stupid unimportant human, and without her, I might end up hurting Mom as Dad did. I would rather die than sink that low.

“Where are your friends? You didn’t bring them back?” “No,” Missy replied looking Matt up and down. She suddenly realized why she was so anxious to ask him about Alicia and she caught her breath as the realization set in. Like her Mother, Missy was jealous. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much all day but as she stood in front of the tall, gorgeous man, she realized that she was jealous at the idea of him noticing another girl her age when he had never paid her that kind of attention.