Mista Without Hat Novels & Stories

46 Vera's POV It didn't take me long to run to the Moon Mist Pack as I used my super-speed. The first thing I did after coming here was buy clothes. The boutique here in our world has a bathroom attached to the changing room. I took a cold shower since I was covered in sweat from all the running and chose fitted bell-bottom black jeans and a white top with off-shoulder neck. I ran my fingers through my light brown hair as I looked at myself in the mirror. I need a haircut and change my look.

Weeks have passed since a new treaty has been made between the Irish, Russians, and Italian families. I’m still confident in the choice we made and I’m happy that Misha was so accommodating and understanding of my terms. Misha is really jolly and I kind of like him for it. He also throws the guys off, which I personally find funny. Misha is a breath of fresh air compared to the normal stuffy mafia guys. No offense to my kings, but they can be stuffy mafia men when they want to be.

It is so cute that even a jellyfish have its own hat design. “We look like kids who went in a fieldtrip” Warren laughed as he wear a seahorse hat on his head. Hera is wearing a glasses with a octopus style, the same thing as Marco. I think they really suits each other. How cute. “Hey, I thought octopus is ours?” “Yours is blue, I bought a pink one.” “still…” “It’s a hat not a eyeglasses. “ “We bought a hat too" “Ow, just don’t mind it. Isabella and I are sharks by the way. This hat is a souvenir for my nephew.”

Towering over them he has a bird's eye view of the event and so it's sensible that he sights me almost as soon as i see him. "Chidiiiiiii! Beta pikin!" He hollers above the noise of cheers and loud banging music. Still his voice barely makes it across the space. He excuses himself from the group and swims across the sea of bodies to grab me. "Young shit!" I hail. After hearing his moniker so many times it has lost it's effect on him. "Na me o. Na me." He claims it, grinning. The first time i saw a person look good in a sunhat was in Alsina's No love video where he featured Minaj. This is the second.

Mia was in a white halter tank top and a blazing red leather miniskirt with bright red lipstick on her lips, which was very unusual for her. Mia carelessly packed her hair with a black band before wearing a white chef cap on her head. Hayden has a permanently made rule that can't be tweaked: you can't enter the kitchen with your head filled with hair; you either go bald or cover your hair. "Obviously shooting for a famous lipstick brand." She explained in a bored tone. Suddenly, Mia's expression turned to excitement, and she turned to the four. "Did you know what offer I just received?" She suddenly winked with a teasing expression.

But despite wearing a mask, Mitha clearly knew that the girl was Mizuki. Unfortunately again, Mitha left with no one knowing. He didn't ask for permission from Gordo, who was in charge of their Christmas holiday camp. He didn't even get along with Karin, Gordo's representative. He left them when everyone was busy cooking their dinner. "Blood! I hate this, I hate when I hurt myself!"

Tala was wearing her signature skintight black leather pants with a ripped shirt sporting red claw marks over her ribs and what looked like a decapitated head on one side. “Nice dress, Tala,” I said, and Levi smiled as we shook hands. “Go die, Kai,” she said, and walked past me to the fridge as I chuckled. “Missed you, too, cousin,” I said, and she blinked once. “Better aim, next time,” she said, and Kiran laughed loudly.

Anna speaks up after much contemplation with Lucas, one of her fellow professor. After a few minutes of silence, Dr Malcom, the chief of their department stands up and walks to the center of the room, holding a few documents in his hand. His blonde hair was perfectly gelled to the back and Anna often wondered how his wife let him leave home, looking like that. He was a smart doctor who she always looked up to, but from the few months she had spent in the hospital and under his guidance, she knew fashion wasn’t his specialty.

He did and I dropped the ring into his palm. "Don't need it, can't marry the dead. Not legally anyways," I mumbled sadly and Boris patted my back. I leaned back into the cushions and my mouth dropped open when Mystrel waltzed in with damp hair wearing black jeans, no shirt and his mate mark half way down his pec. He smirked at me and shook his hair out. No wonder it was always shaggy if that's how he let it dry. He came over to my side and fell into the section next to me. I rolled into his lap and he chuckled.

They were about six men in the room who were not putting on a mask or a hat except one who was dressed in an expensive suit, on his head was a black hat that was glowing under the rim light. From his stance and aura one could depict the fact that; the man won't be an ordinary man.. He say on the couch with his back leaned against it, he had legs crossed against his thighs. He has this oval shape for a mouth and a gun strap to his belt sack. He lifted his face but his eyes were unseen because his hat was hindering the privilege. "Arrg ..." Came her cry. The cry of Mila, wife to Rico. They had given her a deadly punch in the stomach.