Mista Without Hat Novels & Stories

krist said and stared at my neck " Nope, actually I was shocked on this," I said as I tried to scratch my neck for the second time. " Hey, that might bleed, stop scratching" Off said as he sat next to me and pulled my hand down from my neck " Look it turned red already" he murmured " Let's eat?, I'm hungry" Singto suddenly stood up " wait here I'll ask the maids to bring the foods, Let's have a barbecue party" Off shouted and jumped like a happy kid

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

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.

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I complained, hands on my hips. Seven and Seleira were down in the field handling the rest of the she-wolves, while we were up on this hill doing backflips. It felt absurd. Zayn smirked. “I promise, it’s not a joke. Trust me, this is essential training.” “Essential? Really? Because it feels more like a circus act!” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Hey, if you wanted to be a clown, you could’ve just said so,” he teased, crossing his arms. “But seriously, you’ll thank me later.”

Mark wore faded jeans, a black hoodie, and a baseball cap pulled low. Mia wore blue jeans, white sneakers, and an oversized cream sweater. Her hair was tied into a loose ponytail. No expensive jewelry. No designer bags. No security detail. Just... A man and a woman. She looked at him and smiled. "You actually look normal." He looked at her. "So do you." She nudged his shoulder. "I always look normal." "No." "You usually look like trouble." "I'll take that as a compliment." The city streets buzzed with life.

Mira takes a white hat and puts it on her head. "Tomorrow is Halloween, not Christmas and your sister witches are nurses at a clinic in NY not in Salam... so my hopes are not very high. Especially not with the luck I had lately." I say but Mira keeps playing with her hat. "Glad to see you are taking me seriously," I say as I walk over to the fridge to get some water.

Blaine wouldn't be able to taste her waffles and croissants. Mila who had heard everything became restless as she was hungry. How will she be able to endure this hunger especially when she had inhaled the aroma of Triss' food?. "Fine! If he doesn't want to give me any food so be it. I don't need his food anyway." "Ahhh Scarlet where are you?" She wondered where her assistant was in the time she needed her the most. She knows she couldn't have gone home due to the rain so where was she?

He said, "The weather's hot, yet you're dressed in many layers. Aren't you afraid of heatstroke? Come. Let me help you take everything off for you." Misty did dress oddly. She wore a beach vacation-style wide-brimmed hat and even covered her face tightly.

The haze is gone, and I can’t remember the last time I was this happy to view a plain wall in all its insipidness. “Saskia!” “Crystal.” Called person bends over me, and I blink twice at the ridiculous headwear she has on. Approximately half of her face is covered by the large, lopsided black hat, which has a wide polka-dotted lace capping all of its surface. Her long-sleeved, off-shoulder dress is flavoured with an inky hue. It wraps tightly around her bust—exposing littler cleavage than she usually does—then flares off into a jagged, dramatic train, completing the phenomenal look.