Missy Saloon Novels & Stories

“I’ll meet you there.” Once Tom left, I took a shower and dressed to impress. Fiona has always been peculiar about the way I look. “How you look is how people treat you.” She used to say. My heels clicked as I headed to the East Wing. I knew they kept her in the Magic Free room, one that we spelled so no one is allowed to use magic there. I opened the door to find Morgana and Thomas standing in front of Fiona, who had this annoying smug smile on her face the second she saw me.

We left Istanio with Elaine to wash up before going in. Everyone began to settle as orders were already placed on the table. I saw Jenna smile and wave to the next table; there was Rue with Rua and her boyfriend, Clinston. They were gathered on the next table; I barely noticed how Rue was smiling wide as he also waved to me. I wryly smiled and saw how Camila plastered on anxiety when Carx approached the table with...Marisa? My brows furrowed so that they met Camila's questioning eyes when Marisa was there, sitting at their table. Which of us thought Trexon's company was there tonight?

I paid and went back to the tabe not find her Missing again. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Can you at least have a little pity on me I yelled attracting the eyes of most customers.

Godwin bellowed as he strode across the polished wooden floor. “Lover?” Kenton said with confusion. “Okay, maybe I should have said former lover,” Godwin said with a roll of his eyes. Kenton gave me a curious look. “I’m still not following.” “Maryanne, you idiot. You’re the one who told Missy she was missing. What is this? Out of sight, out of mind?” Godwin clucked his tongue as he looked at me. “It’s a good thing you dumped his ass. He forgets you just like that.” He snapped his finger for emphasis.

she released me and turned to make her way into the eatery as I tried to maintain my composure. It took me a few minutes to regain control of myself before heading inside where I was greeted by the hostess, "Mr. Monroe, we've already got you a table. Right this way." I was led to a spot I knew all too well, a booth close to the back of the establishment. Callie was seated grinning from ear to ear, "I know you have a thing for booths. Is this okay?" She fiddled with her menu as if knowing I wasn't going to decline her motion. She was smart.

“What can I say? I’m am optimist.” They both burst into a fit of laughter. Then, suddenly, the door to the massage room creaked open. They looked towards the door, assuming it was the girl that had been attending to them, who went out to get some more oils that Cara had asked for. But it wasn't her. Instead, a man stepped inside, his presence jarring and out of place in the serene opulence of the setting. Both women looked up, startled. "Excuse me," Sarah began, sitting up slightly. "This is a private session."

I was just Hazel Sweeney, a woman about to become a mother. In the first month after leaving, Cameron called 37 times and sent over 20 text messages. From the initial "Where have you been?" to later "Hazel, don't make a fuss." Finally... Cameron: [You're alone out there and pregnant. What if something happens? Come back. We'll talk it out.] I did not reply to any of the messages, and then I changed my phone number. As for Winona, I heard she was admitted to the VIP ward arranged by Cameron and was enjoying the best medical resources.

There was a short message from Lenore which Louisa immediately opened and read its contents. 'Hey, I was wondering, can we meet at lunch time? Miliana and I are eager to meet you. There is something we need to say. Can it?' Immediately, Louisa started to type a reply message for Lenore there. 'Of course, I can. How about Lux restaurant? We can meet and have lunch together in there.' It didn't take long, Louisa immediately got a reply to another message from Lenore there. 'Good idea. Miliana and I will be heading there soon. Wait for us okay.'

I turned and left, my eyes showing no signs of attachment. Dante should have known that a broken ring, no matter how well repaired, would never be without cracks. It was just like my relationship with him. No matter how much we tried to fix it, we could never go back to how things were. … The next day, one day before the bonding ceremony, I went alone to City Hall to file an application to leave the Lightning pack. The clerk told me the application would take effect in 24 hours. At that time, all my personal information would be deleted from the pack records.

“Your server will be with you shortly.” “Thank you.” I nod slightly as I peek over at the menu. To my surprise it’s the same restaurant that Deven treated me to when I first found him. I smile as I rub Missy’s back. “What would you like to drink?” I ask as she finally pushes herself upright. “I usually go for tea or cola.” She’s finally coming out of her fright. “Are you okay with me moving to the other side? I think facing each other makes for nicer conversation.”