Missy Saloon Novels & Stories

A minute passed. MISSY: There’s a café near campus. Tomorrow at eleven. Relief moved through me. ME: I’ll be there. The café Missy chose was crowded enough that neither of us could raise our voices without attracting attention. That was probably deliberate. She arrived five minutes late wearing a long coat and carrying her university bag. Her expression became guarded when she saw me at the table. I stood. She looked toward the empty chair. “You said no argument.” “I meant it.” “Did Tara call you?”

Kaden said. I grinned. “You love me.” Missy poked her head into the training hall, not at all phased that it smelled like a barbeque gone wrong in here. “The girls are asking if you are down for shopping she said,” she said, completely ignoring Kaden. “We were thinking of stopping by the human town to have fun.” “I think my feet are welded to the ground,” I joked. Missy waved her hands. “The guys are insisting on coming along. We can just get Kaden to carry you on his back.”

When I got to Mira's city, it felt like stepping into something new—lighter, brighter. Our future was here. The life we'd build, side by side. We bought a place. Cozy, clean, a little classic. Everything inside—every piece, every frame—we picked together. Made it ours. After work, we filled the city with laughter. Busy streets, quiet parks—every corner started to feel like us. For the wedding, Mira and I wanted the same thing—timeless, a little modern.

"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.

The room fell into utter silence for a few moments before Adrian's voice suddenly shattered it. "Chrissy! The doctors said you're only allowed soft foods, so I made you some creamy chicken noodle soup." He squeezed past me and sidled up to Christina. Taking out a bowl, he scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and moved to feed her. I stood up instinctively to give him space. Christina, on the other hand, looked a little awkward. She turned her head and said to Adrian, "Adrian, it'd be better if you called me Ms. Davenport. As for the soup, just leave it there. Jeremiah can feed me."

she told me and we stepped out of the room. "Madam said I should drive you to wherever you wish to go today. So where are we heading to?" Joe the driver asked me after pulling the land cruiser in front of the house. "GRILLS HAIR SALOON in Maryland." I said and opened the door of the front seat. "Oh I know that place, it's the biggest hair salon in the city." the excited Joe said and joined me in the car. "I have some work to do in the salon. I'm meeting their manager for a short while so you'll wait for me in the car outside when we get there." I told Joe after he drove out of the house.

The announcer announces the next fight and people move on. My attention is taken by Missy beside me. I didn’t even notice her take a seat beside me... “What are you doing here?” I ask, giving her side eye, how did she even know I was here? “Babysitting your grown ass. Your pup called he was worried something might happen to his master.” She shakes her head. I sigh. Of all the people in Chicago Andre had to call the most annoying one of them all. Cecelia Crosby goes by Missy, she’s a sneaky one, a sharp mouth that makes you want to blow her brains out half the time though she’s great at tracking and anything that required stealth she’s a tiny little human with a great piece of meat between he

Richard coaxed in his deep bass and paused in his brushing. "I don't want to. Do I have to?" she replied, pouting her red lips, her eyes still closed. "No, you don't but I do. I can't let just you see this suit. Ladies love a corporate dresser, right?" "Some do, others don't. Way of life. I think I'll just stay up here," Jackie decided, sitting up beside Rich. The salon session was obviously over. "Awwn, come on. The lady sharks are down there. Do join us. For me?" Richard coaxed again, taking her hand in his.

She wasn’t ready for this. “If you’re taking me out,” she said quickly, trying to pull her hand free, “at least let me freshen up first.” His grip didn’t loosen. Not even a little. “I’m sorry,” Arnold said lightly. “But you look fine like this.” He glanced at her. A hint of a smile. Irene rolled her eyes, but it didn’t hide the tension building inside her. The doors opened. And just like that, The noise inside died. The hall was massive. Bright. Filled with people and food laid out in long, elegant rows.

She said and pressed her intercom. "Sir Mitchel? Miss Cath is here. She said she needed to show you some templates." She said and we both waited for Sir Mitchel to respond. And after a few seconds, he did. "Sure, let her in." We both heard him say. "You heard the boss." Kyla said to me with a bright smile. I took a deep breath before knocking on the glass door waiting for any sign of recognition from the man inside. "Come in." I heard a deep raspy voice say from inside the office and so I did.