Missy Saloon Novels & Stories

I wanted her to come to me willingly, and I’d give up everything for her. I arrived at the restaurant a little after 7 p.m., and I parked the Jeep. I walked across the street and saw Paul and two women as they walked towards the restaurant. I could see the relief in Paul’s eyes that I’d actually shown up. “This is Melissa, you remember Julia,” Paul said, and looked at Melissa. “That’s Kai.” We greeted each other politely, and I held the door open for the women to walk in first. The woman behind the podium smiled, and I stepped forward. “Sinclair.”

“Fuck! Missy cussed out realizing the phone would still be at the motel’s surroundings. Coming out of the closet room she came to see Diane returning back with the drink she asked for on a tray. Missy stalked over to the bed picking the pin she borrowed from her and covering the lingering cuffs on the bed with a pillow quickly she could sight it. “Here is your pin, and thanks for the drink.” She gave it back to her, attaining the glass cup from the tray into her palm as she lifted above her mouth parting her lips to drown the cold liquid down her throat.

She nodded quickly, like that was the best thing she’d heard all day. Nico chuckled, and so did I. He gave me a little nod, tilting his head toward his parked car. We walked in silence, letting the sun kiss the moment better. Inside the car, Missy wiped her eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry… for running out like that.” I didn’t press. Didn’t ask why her name upset her so much. When she was ready, she’d tell me. I wasn’t about to make her bleed for answers. We drove to this tiny ice cream place tucked into a corner near the old bookstore.

And yet he'd done nothing about it. "Even though it's short notice, she's agreed to meet us here to discuss the options," Cayla was saying. Denver carefully, methodically stacked the empty trays. Misty was coming here? She'd been in Elvira's before. Everybody in the Ridge had, at some point or other, for lunch or dinner. But, as a rule, she didn't drink. Since he seldom left his sanctum behind the bar, he'd never had the chance to casually chat her up. Not that he was a casual chat up kind of guy. He could've stopped into her shop on Main Street, but what reason did someone like him have to go in to a place called Moonbeams and Sweet Dreams? There was nobody he wanted to send flowers to or

I narrate, and she giggles. "Alright, Missy. What are we wearing? "She questions, and I laugh. " I don't know yet. "I confess, and she rushes off to my closet and flings its doors open. I stare down at the invite again, but gag on seeing something. "Ewwwwwww. "I exclaim in disgust and Athena turns around in alarm. "What? What is it? " She questions in concern and I gag dramatically. "Yuck! The party is being held at Amber's father's club! "I exclaim.

- With a happy smile, Missy accepted the arm he offered her and, together, they left towards the party, taking the elevator down several floors of the hotel until they reached the immense and refined ballroom filled with several great investors and tycoons of the technology. Chest swelled with pride, Logan watched as everyone around him began to come forward to greet Missy as soon as she put her first foot on the marble floor, looking almost fascinated. With a passionate smile, he also just concentrated on admiring his wife becoming shy with all the praise, while all the big business people always found a way to try to invite her to a new project, being disappointed when she informed them th

The enigmatic connection between Aleah and Hunter only added to his confusion, leaving him more uncertain than ever. When Missy was finally discharged from the hospital, the group decided to unwind at a picturesque beach resort managed by Marisol. Wanting to provide a much-needed reprieve for everyone, especially Missy, Marisol graciously treated Aleah, Hunter, Rafael, Claire, and the children to a seaside escape. The serene waves, golden sand, and warm sun seemed like the perfect way to help them relax and heal. This trip was particularly for Missy—a chance to momentarily forget the hardships she had endured, including the loss of her mother.

Some were shocked, some were nosy, and most expressed concern. After steadying my emotions, I packed up and got ready for work, only to see a team-building announcement in the company group chat. Edna's name was listed among the participants. I immediately applied for leave. Outside the window, the sunlight was perfect, with the shadows of trees swaying gently on the ground. Perhaps I should visit the sea and let the salty wind blow away the gloom of the past.

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

I moved back, taking retreating steps backward. "You're despicable! How dare you think I did this? You.. it's all your fault. If I hadn't argued with you on Mishap day, I would've been normal" She pointed at me, throwing the slippers at me. I jumped to the side, dodging it. "Mishap day? Mishap day is a myth." I frowned She scoffed, folding her arms. "Well, look at us" Her eyes cast down to her private part. "How.. how are you sure that it's mine? What if it's someone else's?" I pointed at it. She glared at me in disgust.