Mista Without Hat の小説・ストーリー

Her hair is still in twists, but there is no headband holding it back, allowing it to frame her angular face perfectly. Milo said casual. I’m literally in red leggings and a Mastodon crop top with Converse hightops. The only reason I didn’t wear a longer shirt was because Milo insisted the leggings made the non-existent belly I was worried about disappear. I didn’t have time to put on any make-up because I had to pump to make sure Codi had enough to eat while we were out. If you look up the word awkward in the dictionary, there is a photograph of this moment. I just know it. “Hey guys!” Milo waves at them. “How’s it goin’, big guy? This must be the girlfriend we’ve been hearing about?”

The spring breeze blows gently, warm, stroking the face. The sprinkling of dew grains in Luna Mist waterfall feels fresh, touching the cheeks. On the arena stage, two young men stood staring at each other, ready to fight. One with long hair looks like he's in the wind. The impression is mysterious. While the other young man, he looks neat in clothes like a literati complete, with a Hanfu hat. The young man had a polite face, although he was incapable.

Our life is not as easy as it seems, everything is complicated. My Mom hired a makeup artist for the two of us. Today we have an event to attend. I won't be taking Sky with me because he might just get sleepy at the event and it will end a little late. My brother Mandy and my Dad were also with us. Mom said it was a celebration for the two companies being business partners.

"We're going to a club." *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Aria was dressed in silk gold shirt that she left two buttons opened. She paired it with a leather skirt that rested mid high and black heels. "Didn't think you carried clothes in that bag." "Oh I carried more than clothes. Try me at night." We were outside waiting for Alex and Mesta. They arrived not so long after. Mesta was in her usual black clothing. "Another stupid mission. Now I have to wear a dress for god knows how long we'll be there." She complained as she opened the passenger seat.

It is sleeveless, stopping mid-thigh, the dark blue color catching the light in a way that makes it stand out without being loud. I glance down at myself, taking it in. Then I look up when I hear a low whistle. “Damn,” Misha says, her eyes scanning me like she is impressed with her own work. “If I was a guy, I would have definitely wanted to bang you. Because girl, look at this figure that you have.” I stare at her for a second. Then I shake my head, a small scoff leaving me. “You are unbelievable,” I mutter, but there is no real bite behind it.

"Halle, do you want your mommy to go to the hospital? If you do, then call your daddy and tell him to come here." Halle nodded timidly. "Okay." Micah used my phone to dial Timothy's number once again. Thankfully, the call connected. Timothy's voice sounded irritated as he spat, "What do you want now?" "Daddy," Halle said softly. There was a brief silence before Timothy responded. "Halle." Halle gripped the phone nervously, her voice trembling and laced with tears. "Daddy, Mommy and I are on a windy rooftop. Mommy is bleeding, and Mr. Micah won't let us leave.

Susanna and I stare at each other until Rizzi leaves and we’re left completely alone. “I’m leaving,” she tells me, and for some reason, my heart pauses an entire beat. I notice then that she’s out of uniform, wearing black slacks, an oversized sweatshirt, a ridiculous black hat and ugly orange-pink running shoes. There’s a bag hanging across her chest and I wonder just what could fit into there.

Mila’s face turned a deeper shade of red, her fists clenched at her sides, “Stop playing games! You know exactly what I mean. Katherine stood up and strolled over to Mila, stopping just inches away. Her eyes locked with Mila’s, a spark of mischief in them, "Mila." She said softly, her voice dripping with condescension, “You might see enemies everywhere you look, but I don’t have any. I don’t waste my time on such petty things.”

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.