Miss Time Novels & Stories

She placed a huge smacking kiss on my cheeks. “Hey, bunny,” I said, surprised at how steady my voice came out. “I missed you! Did you miss me?” “Of course I did.” “You didn’t come for dinner on Sunday. Mummy said you were busy but I told her busy people still have to eat.” I winced at her reminder that a week had passed since Marissa disappeared. It had been ten days. And in all that time, we still didn't have an idea where she was. Not even Walker. He was frustrated by the lack of information. Never before had Walker found himself unable to crack a case.

I'm sure she seduced you… You left without a trace, I would have told you that in person. I'd like to see you again. Are you there? It was dated back to six months ago, when Bisi and I didn't even see eye to eye. More messages poured in after then; goodwill messages, congratulatory messages, flirty messages and angry messages, but Mike hadn't bothered with replying them all until a few months ago with four words, one of them misspelt; I need your helpf.

We are just actively, trying to completely reclaim our own independence. Exactly one entire hour later, a completely loud, and entirely obnoxious knock echoed through my apartment. I opened the door to find Missy standing there. She was, already dressed in a completely tight, glittering silver mini-dress that caught the hall light every single time she breathed. She held a completely massive, and entirely half-empty margarita glass in her hand. She had fully, delivered on her promise to arrive with the necessary alcohol. We actively spent the next chaotic forty-five minutes doing our makeup.

["What's up Amber? Where are you now? It's already past nine. Do you have any plans to come here or you are just making me wait for nothing." Missy's voice from the other line seemed to awaken Amber. She almost forgot her deal with her friends if Missy didn't call. She immediately got out of the bed. ["Gosh! Remember what I've told you last night, Amber. I will forget our friendship if you will not show up today."] She could feel Missy's impatience on the other line. "Is it already nine?" She massage her head to at least lessen her headache. "I'm sorry. I woke up late. I will just take a bath then I'll go there immediately."

Cricket “So, what’s up, love?” Maisie asked. “Minus.” She pulled a stool out and sat beside me. “Hmm. Yes, I’ve heard all about the mysterious Mr. Minus.” I grimaced. “Ergo, you’ve heard Hatch’s version from the filter of way overprotective and nosy brother.” Maisie giggled. “Probably. Fortunately, I’m fluent in Hatchese and have gotten surprisingly good at figuring out what he’s really on about.”

Funny his squibble manage to put a smile on my face. *Hello Missy* *You kept your Prince charming waiting* *Princesses are suppose to be the one waiting in a dark tower* he sent 3 messages instantly, someone is missing me, I sniffed a laugh. *Sorry* I reply as I feel unmotivated to chat, I guess am not healed like I thought. *Sorry?*

She didn’t even call her father like had planned. And now the day is Monday that makes him a busy man, she’s pretty sure he won’t go near his phone, her only way of speaking with him is contacting his secretary. Missy hates the man because he’s always flirting with her. She read through the messages and she’s glad her best friend; Thea never told anyone about what she told her. She exited the group, clicking on the private chat with Thea, then composed a message before sending. “I’m on my way to school bitch, there’s a whole damn lot to do and talk about.”

But then he adds, “You know what, I’ll keep your name on the list for now. If you change your mind, give me a call. You’re always welcome.” Friday came quickly. Too quickly it seems because on Thursday night, Misha never came home. I got one call, less than an hour before we were set to leave for the airport. “Hey, Ari, something came up and had to sleep at the office last night. I’m sorry, but we’ll have to fly to Miami separately.” “Oh?” I swallowed, my throat tight. “Is that so?” A pause. “Yeah,” he replies casually, as if this is just a small inconvenience. “I know it sucks, and I’m sorry,” he sighed, exasperated. “But I’ll make it all up to you when we get there, okay.”

In a hurry, Missy ran to get her purse from her office and hail a car to take her to her apartment, which, thankfully, didn't take as long as she feared. On the way, she checked her messages again and, although she wasn't surprised, it was inevitable not to feel sadly disappointed when she realized that, again, Liam had viewed and not replied to any of her messages, including the ones where she told him that she had met with Suzan and left the car for them. And even though she knew it would be pointless, she sent one more message, asking if they could have a chat after Lauren's party was over. As usual, even when she finally set foot in her condo on the elevator on her way home, there was st

"Can I help you with anything?" The tinkle of the wind chimes signaled his arrival, but the silence that followed was deafening. I looked up and locked eyes with Emmett, his gaze tinged with sorrow. I fought to keep my composure, my face betraying nothing. "Looking for something in particular?" "Josephine, I've missed you so much..." "If you're just browsing, take your time. We're swamped today, but check out our latest designs over there." I gestured to the side and bent back to my work, snipping at the loose threads and reminding myself to keep pushing forward.