Novel & Cerita Miss Not So Sidekick

"I can do it. Thank you, Troy." "You're always welcome," and then he winked at me. I giggled and said my goodbye to him before I turned away. He's cute but I only think of him as a friend and no nothing else. I hope he considers me a friend even though we don't know each other very well. It's nice to have a friend again. But I just hope it doesn't happen again like Angela. [At home] "Missy!" Sid immediately hugged me as soon as I stepped on the door.

If Rebecca had tried to put a whammy on him, she couldn’t have done a better job. The trip to Montreal had begun as merely uncomfortable. Missy had been a smidgen too curious about why Trey didn’t want to see his aunt. “I know so little about you,” she’d wheedled on the Bad Boys jet. “I’m not some on-the-make groupie. You can trust me with your personal life.”

And maybe a few months ago, I would’ve clung to that idea like a lifeline. But Logan isn’t the man who shattered me anymore. He’s the man who’s slowly learning how to hold space. And Missy… she’s the part I didn’t see coming. One evening, I’m curled up on my couch in my softest sweatshirt. I hear the familiar knock—a soft tap tap tap—before I even see her. Missy. She pokes her head through the cracked door and flashes me a shy grin. “Can I come watch with you?” I should say no.

My private phone vibrated again. MISSY: Sorry. Family drama. I opened the message. LUKE: Everything okay? The typing bubble appeared. MISSY: My brother was suspended. I leaned forward. She had never said Chase was her brother. Not directly. I typed carefully. LUKE: For what? Her answer arrived seconds later. MISSY: Fighting over a woman. I stared at the words. A slow smile spread across my face. Missy had finally opened the door herself.

I guessed it was just his time. I heard my voice from the tv, which brought me back to the sitting room. I immediately remembered the video,that day we just ended a mission. We usually worked together during the attacks and all. In the video I was correcting him on how to pronounce my name, he always called it "Jubah" instead of "Joba". At a point I thought he was just doing it to provoke me, but he really couldn't pronounce it. He blamed it on his accent, he had this strong english accent. Peter was mixed race,he lived in England when he was till very young. I wonder what happened to him that made him join the boys. Everyone had their story.

“What! I can’t do that, its hard” “Aw come on it’s not that bad. Lets use a good old trick shall we?” He looks around till he sees a girl. She looked like a model, what does she eat grass? focus Summer! He walks towards her but not so far so i can’t hear. “hey..” he trails off. “Marissa”

They laid me out before Roxanne like a dead fish. I wanted to ask her why she had to destroy me this way. She spoke first. "Look at you," Roxanne said lightly. "This is how a side character is supposed to end. Don't look so surprised. I'm a player too, and I'm the heroine of this world. What gives a mere supporting character like you the nerve to steal my male leads?" So that was it. At that moment, I almost wished she hated me enough to kill me outright. I was done with this game. Done with the mission. I wanted to go home.

Should I remind you what you did in his-' I block her out for a moment, not wishing to die of embarrassment. "Earth to Bre." I snap my fingers at her, regaining her attention. "He is so HOT." Bre exclaims, swooning over the play boy that has just graced us with his presence. "And off limits, Bre." "Those are the BEST KIND." She giggles, clearly not caring about the pack rules at this moment.

She opened her car window and same with Yin. He smiled at her. "Have a good day ahead, Miss CEO," He said in the call. "By the way, you look great without your make up!" She saw him winked at her. Because of annoyance, she closes the window and turned down the call. She saw him U-turned and she felt relief. "You're blushing, and that makes you beautiful even more. I would love see your cheeks turned scarlet when I'm with you, soon." Yin message creep her out. She didn't reply; she remained her expression, cold and annoyed.