Mista Without Hat Novels & Stories

“There are hickies the size of planets on my neck!” He snorted. “One’s more of a continent, really.” “This isn’t funny! I don’t have anything to cover them! I didn’t pack for mafia dinner with a freaking love bite survival kit!” Misha rolled to his side, propping his head up on one hand. “Then don’t cover them.” I gawked at him. “We’re having dinner with my newfound mafia father. I cannot show up looking like I’ve been mounted for thirty minutes straight!” “More like thirty-two,” he corrected, far too pleased with himself.

Training with Mira. It felt surreal. The events of the previous day had been overwhelming, Mira tweaking one of her sketches, then sending it off to Williams without warning, and the way he had looked at her afterward, as if she’d caught him off guard. Like he noticed something in her that she couldn't quite see in herself. Her cheeks flushed at the thought. She shook off her daydream and got dressed, a simple blouse, minimal makeup, and her hair neatly tied back. She aimed for an effortless look, not wanting to appear as if she were trying too hard while still wanting to feel that she belonged.

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Or just me because I’m an alpha female. I was so lost in my fantasies, I totally forgot I was supposed to be preparing for my mini shopping. “Mia? You ready? Let’s go!” Sissy said, peeping through my door. “I’ll be with you shortly sissy,” I said, checking out my final look in the mirror and applying my favourite fragrance while throwing in my keys and cards in my purse then headed out. “I think red is bold and beautiful,” sissy said, touching a red dress on the dresser admiringly.

She added while brushing her hair. “Just be careful with him. He sounds like someone who will make you miserable.” “Heck no! Antonio can't hurt a fly. He speaks like someone who needs so much…” “You don't stay with him,”Camila interrupted, helping her with her heels, “He's married with kids and yet, he needs you as a mistress.” “It's normal for any Italian man to want a mistress. I mean, they all do it. Most Italians want a mistress who can support them.” Amora said, shrugging. She was done dressing up.

Aino was very strong. She had always been in good health, and her combat power was especially strong. After she suddenly bumped Misty, Misty stumbled and then continuously took a few steps back as she was caught off guard. Misty was wearing heels, so her heels accidentally got stuck in the drain cover. Gosh! Misty wanted to pull it out, but she just could not do it. She was unable to balance while standing on one foot, so she just kept hopping back and forth on foot, but she simply could not pull her heels out of the cover.

But Blanche didn’t reply to that, she let the magic of sleep drown her up and she put her head down to the table with her two arms collapsing. “Hey, there you are!” Misha exclaimed with her cup of coffee on one hand, she walked up to that room, passing Rat whose still silent on the door, Misha wore a black short dress over a long-sleeve white lace blouse, her hair stayed in an up-do ponytail and her accessorized black boots dangle as she took a step to them. “You’re on the end of this building,” Misha added, and wiped the sweat in her forehead, she placed her cup over the table and comb her hair.

She said sincerely. MJ stood there, her body tense at the contact. Natalia pulled away after a while and ran her fingers over MJ’s dress, fixing on invincible wrinkles before taking a step back. MJ was wearing a black, knee-length, short-sleeved dress black heels, a black summer hat, and shades. She looked like a widow. Jorge had tried to get her to change, but one glance his way, all was forgotten. MJ did not say anything, even when Mosetsana greeted her; she just gave a slight nod and looked around the building as if expecting something to happen.

The one who had hit her pleaded. Anita slowly walked towards them and brought out a powder from her bag. She took a bowl of water that was placed near the table and poured in the powered, she then poured the mixture on the legs of the warriors. Instantly, they stood up and despite the chains, they started dragging themselves towards Aramina, Everyone recoiled in horror, Zach immediately stood up and growled at the men, but it had no effect on them, “Stand down Moss, Rick and Nate,” Alpha Recdolf ordered his warriors but they acted oblivious as their eyes was trained on Aramina.