Mista Without His 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.

Then smiles broadly at Jessie who was still staring at him, “Hello, Jessie. I’m Vali.” She nods and holds out a hand. He shakes it and she nods. “Hi. Are you a black hat?” Ash chuckles, “He’s more sort of grey at the moment, but we’re working on him.” She narrows her eyes and nods. “But he won’t hurt you, he knows what would happen if he did.” She grins, and nods.

I followed where she pointed. On the far east side, right where the estate wall met the tree line, two figures stood close together. One of them I recognised immediately by the way she carried herself. Virelle. The other was a man I didn't know. Tall, hooded, standing with his back to the estate walls like he didn't want to be seen from inside. "Who is she talking to?" I said. "I don't know," Mavira said. "But I've seen her out there twice this week. Both times with someone different."

Behind them was a picnic table cluttered with lunch boxes and cold drinks, and the faint sound of waves rolling in from afar. “I said I don’t want to wear this hat. It’s a girl’s hat,” Max declared, pointing to the little woven cap that Trisha had apparently just plopped on his head. Trisha giggled, kneeling in the sand. “It’s not a girl’s hat. It’s an adventurer’s hat!” “No. Adventurers wear helmets. Like Bumblebee!” Max shot back, his expression defiant as he pushed her hand away from his hair Trisha gave up and flopped onto the sand, resting her head on her knees in defeat, laughing. Max tossed the hat aside and reached for a slice of watermelon from the table, biting into it with satisfa

Sully looked at Mizuki who was now gazing in the sky with a calm and happy face. “Since you are happy now and no longer angry or sad would you tell me the reason for that pissed off face you had earlier” “Oh, you just reminded me that bad guy again”, Mizuki said whining. “Come on, tell me. Maybe I would be able to solve that bad guy’s problem too” “No, you can’t help me with that. I have to get rid of his stupid noble ego myself” “Okay, then don’t tell me”, Mr. Sully said while looking in the other direction.

the man said to Misti. "No, no need to do that," Misti replied. Misti and I left the place and we went to buy some dresses. "Misti, you need a dress," I said to her. "Yup, I know but I do not have much money left with me and I forgot to take my card," Misti informed me. "Can I borrow some money from you?" Misti asked me. "Of course, do not be so silly, we are best friends," I said to her.

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.

I was wearing a huge hat to avoid the sun on my head and was lying face down, enjoying the hot sun in Capri to get a tan, as I had been enduring the harsh winter in Moscow for months. I went back to chatting with the girls who were still there, even though Pietra had gone to talk things out with Guilherme. If Allah wills, they will work things out, and as soon as everything calms down, we will release a note explaining what happened between him and me. “Hope?” I looked in the direction of the deep yet gentle voice. I felt the accumulated desire vibrating inside me, squeezed my legs even tighter, and looked towards Mahjub. He was wearing only swim trunks and his keffiyeh. This time, it wasn’t

As the words left my lips, Kade's smirk twisted into a sly grin, igniting a fiery rage within her. As I attempted to turn away from her, she fiercely seized a handful of my hair, preventing me from moving further. Her voice echoed through the room as she spat out the words, "You're a bitch!" with venomous anger. "Hermione, stop it!" Kade placed his order and attempted to push her aside, but she let out a fierce roar and forcefully shoved him away. Kade's fingers tremble with restraint as he resists the urge to graze her skin. They know their families are associated, and he can't risk jeopardizing that delicate balance.