Mista Without Hat Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Musician is Suspicious But We Still Let Him Tag Along … Coz my love for you Is always true Don't doubt me, love They turned when they heard somebody singing. They saw a musician wearing baggy clothes and a wide green hat that covered half of his face playing a guitar at the platform. "That's one hell of a musician." Mahi said, now calmed down. "Ridiculous clothes.” he muttered and finally calmed down. Blue nodded. "Yeah." He agreed and grimaced. "Can he still see with that hat of his?" he wondered.

Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove. He casually said, "A few days back, one of my friends told me that women enjoy these childish items, so I bought one. That way, people would know I'm taken no matter where I go. Does that ease your mind a little?" I felt my eyes twitch. The words "Exclusive Seat for My Wife" pained me. However, I did not tear it out. Instead, I merely forced a smile as I said, "I like it!" "That's great!" Theo was happy to hear my answer. He then changed the topic and said, "By the way, I want to discuss something with you."

"Split up and maintain dispersion. We don't need to look too obvious. I want every bit of surprise we can get" "Ponil," Maxim responds, and relays the order to the others. When I pull down a backstreet, an engine revs loudly near my tail light. A motorcycle pulls beside me, the helmet a mix of white and blue. It matches the moto jacket zipped to their chin. The rider turns to me and signals me to roll my window down. When I do, she yanks the helmet off, and shakes out her hair. It's Mila. "When did you get the new gear?" I ask her.

Wait, since when does a ghost wear a floral pattern dress? Clearing his throat slowly, Michael began to open his mouth to ask the mysterious figure. "Who are you?" Silence! 'Is my voice too small? I'll try asking louder' Michael thought while clearing his throat again. "Excuse me, are you deaf? I'm asking you! Who are you and why are you in my room?!" Michael asked, this time his voice is louder than before. And again, no answer! Feeling irritated, Michael got off his bed and approached the mysterious figure. Once behind her, he immediately turned the woman's body to face him, intending to scold her.

Hikari asked. “No. She’ll appreciate the food because I am great at cooking.” “I bet rude comments will fire at you later,” said Yami. “She won’t comment anything bad about the food but she will say mean stuffs to me. That’s given.” On the other room, Mizuko just finish her warm bath and now she is much better. The only problem are her clothes. They are still wet and she doesn’t know why but she could not use a spell. With only a thin towel around her, she went out of the bathroom. She looks around and her eyes darted at the lovely tulle dress on the bed. It has butterfly design on its hips and sleeves and around the collar area. It was light purple and it’s just gorgeous.

He was staring at Master Aurel's row. I hid a smirk. Let them measure egos. "Lumira! Over here! LUMI-CHAN!!" Mishi stood on his seat. The legendary Master of Supernatural Politics & Law wore a neon-glitter headband: GO DUSKBANE. He waved two oversized violet pom-poms with enough force to create wind. Beside him, Alaric sat perfectly straight, small banner in hand, dignified despite the chaos. "Oh gods," Dahlia whispered, adjusting leg warmers. "He's acting like a soccer mom."

•••THE LIVING RAT••• The outside world was not as much as she expected. The television usually shows mostly streets with men wearing black suits, and black briefcases in their hands. With no expression the less she can see. The woman with a top round hat with pretty lace and some feather, with various colors of tops and skirts she could say seemingly they are comfortable wearing those. Some of them have fur around their neck, scarves.

“Think what you want. It’s not the truth.” “Sure it is.” I give the dress to a sales associate as I consider a dark red one for myself. Nael and Mistra. Who would have thought? I take a glance at her in the mirror over my shoulder. Mistra’s recent haircut fit her face, highlighting her high cheekbones and her lithe figure. She-wolves would kill for her body. Then again, if I spent hours each day trekking in and out of a forest, hiking to a hidden cave dwelling, I’d be in better shape too.

The music was blasting in the background, people were busy dancing and drinking. "Who is the mystery girl, Damen?" James leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows. "James! Shove off." They both laughed. After a moment he started saying "I don't know... I mean, uh..." He shrugged and took another sip. "WHAT??” James questioned with wide eyes. Damen shrugged again and didn’t say anything for several moments. “Why do always have to dramatically exaggerate your sentences, huh?" James hit his shoulder. "She looked like Marissa to me." He finally spoke.

Mishty laid down and was very upset with Sid as he left her alone in this room even after confessing his love. Her eyes teared up as she pouted. "I hate you" she mumbled as she threw the pillow over the mirror. Her eyes fell on the parcel. She opened it and took the red velvet gown which is perfectly stitched and no one can keep the dress without trying it. She kept it over her and smiled as the colour complemented her features. She didn't waste any time as she changed into that gown. That's no doubt that she looked like a princess in the modern era. Her hair braided on one side as it ends in her sounder on the other side. She took the white diamond set and adorned herself with it. She looke