Mista Without Hat の小説・ストーリー

Outside, the cold hit Leesa immediately, waking her up even better than the water she had splashed on her face. She put her blue ski cap on her head, tugging it down over her ears, and grabbed her gloves from her pockets. Her friends similarly fortified themselves against the chill. Cali’s hat was a funky brown fur thing, complete with a chin strap and a pair of ears sticking up from the top that resembled wolf ears. The edges of both ears were torn ragged, making it look like some wild animal had gnawed on them. Leesa could barely keep from laughing.

Four crescent moons faced the four basic directions and in the center was a diamond. Bryant Grevalli of Madfur Okami pack stuns up in his three-piece suit. Gray outer, darker silver vest, and a maroon inner sleeve. So as his trousers were colored gray. His pitch-black hair was brushed sideway formal style and his thick brows matched his fashion taste. On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra.

I instantly rushed over to her and took her into the basement, "Stay here, don't move." She nodded at me while I remove my gun and loaded it before going back upstairs. The door flew open, revealing six men in black suits, heavily armed. I scanned their skin in search for any tattoos and felt my heart skip a beat when I saw a tattoo on their wrists. A fucking Dragon. It was the Russian Mafia.

I will leave this family and disappear just like my mother, it's just a matter of time. I appeared before the Mendova's, I was wearing a green hatler dress with matching green sandals. It was a stupid tradition to dress formally to the dining room. I of course was made a scape goat to achieve this order. Everyone was dressed formally and already started eating without me, I didn't care if they even waited or not. I never liked eating with this family.

Martha was already setting the breakfast table for four, deftly dodging Gray's harassment. - Where is Misha? I asked, giving him a light slap on the back of the head. - A tie, probably, chooses, - Gray grinned, cheerfully rubbing the back of his head and giving me a place at the head of the table. Marta served me coffee and an omelet with tomatoes. - Good morning! A minute later Misha came down and sat down at the table to my right. By the way, he was not wearing a tie, like a jacket, and a deep blue shirt well emphasized the color of his eyes, slightly lightened by the morning sun.

LUNA A soft knock pulled me from half-sleep hours later. I didn’t answer. But the door clicked open anyway. Misha stepped in with quiet precision, the weight of his presence filling the room like an unspoken command. He wasn’t in his usual suit now. Just black slacks and a white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, as if the power he carried didn’t need tailoring to fit. His hair was damp from a shower, a faint hint of smoke and pine lingering around him like a shadow.

She needs to tackle the creator of that mini stuff before coming back to that. She is wearing yoga pants and white shirt letting her hair loose behind her back, which Zara is awfully jealous of and wish to cut it off or burn it. She never lets anyone see her hair, she always use wig but she couldn't use one the night before and Mika'il didn't mind too so who cares? She just don't like that the woman have something she doesn't or she should rephrase that to some things.

I see, this is what I'm wearing to the games. I smiled, “Thank you Maria, you may leave.” “Yes. The hat is on the dresser ma'am.” She quickly added as she closed the door. I turned to see a black hat on the dresser table as I sighed loudly, “You've got to be kidding me.” I quickly changed into the white and black polka dot weird top and trouser, placing the hat on my head. The hat had a lace hanging out on every side of it. I placed a red lipstick to complement the dressing.

His expression was unreadable. "Jealous?" I asked. "Maybe a little." I kissed him. "You're the only one I want." "Good." --- Vivian's army came at sunset. They poured over the hills like a flood—hundreds of wolves, their eyes glowing, their teeth bared. At the center, Vivian rode a black horse, her face twisted with hatred. "Lily," she called out. "Come out, and I'll spare the rest." I stepped forward.

Mira nonchalantly entered the cafeteria, instantly attracted quite a little attention. The hat she was usually wearing was absent today, and she didn't tie her hair. The jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulder in a perfect way, complimenting her fair skin and delicate appearance. The round, big eyes made her seem especially cute.