Mista Without His Hat Novels & Stories

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.

"Oh dear, don't look at me like that, my face is indeed handsome because I am your future soul mate." Haziya woke up, quickly looked down and turned around when she realized the unknown man was only wearing a sleeveless t-shirt. "Sorry, I thought Miska," said Haziya, still not daring to look at the man, wanting to get out, but what can I do, it feels like stiff legs can't be moved. "Eid is over, why are you apologizing," replied the man on the bed with a chuckle. "Miska, where are you?" he asked staring at the wall plastered with Mickey mouse wallpaper. Haziya wanted to make sure Miska's whereabouts would not happen again like before. It felt like he had entered the room.

Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove. He casually said, "A few days back, one of my friends told me that women enjoy these childish items, so I bought one. That way, people would know I'm taken no matter where I go. Does that ease your mind a little?" I felt my eyes twitch. The words "Exclusive Seat for My Wife" pained me. However, I did not tear it out. Instead, I merely forced a smile as I said, "I like it!" "That's great!" Theo was happy to hear my answer. He then changed the topic and said, "By the way, I want to discuss something with you."

I get on my hands and knees, my hair dripping, and stand, spitting the mud out of my mouth onto the ground beside me. The hat is still floating in the puddle like we haven’t even been there. Langston must have spotted it too because he swoops down to get it, and he crams it onto his head. Water drips down his cheeks and over his ears. I can’t help but laugh. There’s nothing else we can do in this situation. “Why’d you put your hat on?” “I figured I’m already covered in mud. What’s it matter now? I might as well enjoy my favorite hat.”

“Don't you worry about that.” I threw a hand over my lips, gasping in surprise, “How could I forget?!” Mia raised a brow at my theatrics, “What is it again.” “I overheard Hattie’s conversation with Mason.” I lowered my voice and my gaze shifted between the two of them, “Trouble in paradise.” “It's about damn time!” Mia pumped her fists in the air, “Let's see how she feels when he shows her his true colours.” “I really don't care about that anymore.” I muttered, “From what I overheard, he's been ignoring her and refusing to help her in the court battle.”

"Hey, don't be sad," "I'm sure you'll find someone who truly deserves you, someone who will love you with every fiber of their being." Amidst the vibrant hues of the flower bed, Hazel found solace in the light-hearted conversation with Misty. It was a much-needed respite from the stress weighing heavily on her mind, allowing her to momentarily escape into a semblance of normalcy. As they strolled, Hazel couldn't shake off the thoughts of what Zain had disclosed about himself. Curiosity compelled her to inquire, "And your brother... did he ever find his mate?" Misty cast a furtive glance around, ensuring their conversation remained private. "Yes, he did," she began, "But she disappeared the s

When I pull down a backstreet, an engine revs loudly near my tail light. A motorcycle pulls beside me, the helmet a mix of white and blue. It matches the moto jacket zipped to their chin. The rider turns to me and signals me to roll my window down. When I do, she yanks the helmet off, and shakes out her hair. It’s Mila. "When did you get the new gear?" I ask her. "How I spend my money is none of your business. I'm going to go ahead, scope the situation out." "Be careful," I warn her. “Eto moi prikaz.”

He also looked so miserable that time, his hair was very messy then maybe they had a fight with his girlfriend or maybe they broke up. Psh if I was his girlfriend I wouldn't let him go! He is very handsome and obviously kind, moreover, a gentleman. After I washed up I put on one of the dresses he gave me. It's color white and it's also beyond the knee but this one is sleeveless. I was about to go to bed when I remembered that I had left my cellphone and bag in the living room. I immediately left the room when I arrived in the living room and I saw Eros frowning.

Hati snorted but it came out more like a gurgle sound since he refused to get up “Nikolai enough, Hati has had enough fun for a while don’t you think?” Hati stood and even though his coat was black I could clearly see all the blood matted in his fur a clear reminder that his Berserker ways are still very much a part of him today

the short one said aggressively "Don't let us repeat ourselves"they threatened "Good Lord"grandma cried "I'll go with you guys" "No Max ...you don't have to do this!" "Good kid...now let's go"the slim one said "What about my bags?" "Don't worry about those...let's go"they said and walked towards the door "Don't worry granny... I'll come back to you...I promise"I kissed her forehead and walked behind them We walked to a car and I got in ...the slim one whose name I later found out to be Moscow ignited the car and drove off