Mister Compass X Miss Circle Novels & Stories

It was transparent it looked like shinny glass and it had a bar code but not the normal inscription this was drawn with pink shiny flowers patterned into the shape of a bar code. “Your secret admirer, said to give this to you to scan for a special message.” “Oh, thanks.” Remembering my manner I rushed to my table and grabbed my purse and tipped him nicely. Now left with just me and my gifts I stood staring at them. Secret Admirer? Could it have been one of the men that came for the board meeting today. Or was Dante or Jake trying to pull a fast one on me, my brain quickly chased out those thoughts away. I am an attractive woman actually, why shouldn't I be admired by other men who weren't Ja

Michael's POV I was sitting in the Garden patiently waiting for Miss Snoopy Controller to come down. I waited alone as I looked at the garden and recalled memories of the things she had thought me. I texted Madam Joan to help keep Mara busy. She was a little bit bossy and it was annoying the hell out of me. I was struggling to hold it together. I did not think I was going to be able to get it together, and I was just going to ruin everything when all I wanted to do is just apologize and make friends with the pretty lady.

Alexander huffed in annoyance while I rubbed my forehead in exasperation. “She’s ‘Miss Isabella’ for you, Mr. William Wilson. And I advise you to keep your big nose out of other people’s business.” Alexander growled at him. “What if I don’t?” William challenged him. “Then you’ll regret ever getting involved.” Alexander glared at him and I turned towards William who was staring down also. “Liam, please leave. We’ll talk about the project details later.” Alexander growled behind me and I turned back in time to see his jaw ticked.

He almost made me kiss his wrist when he showed me a new tattoo. A diamond with four sides. Every side has a letter. I read it. Brit. I creased my forehead then looked at him with a clueless face asking for an explanation. "Initials of our first names. The members of the photography team. Boston. Rhyme. Isla. Thunder." "All boys?" I clarified since the name Isla sounded so feminine and we haven't talked much about his work. Rhyme shook his head. "Thunder is a girl," he corrected my assumption in my head.

I’m assuming they’re having dinner at the sea side so I might see him there. I wore a cute sundress partner with my slippers. When I arrive they’re already there and waited for me before getting food to the buffet table. I sit beside Miss Tessa and Miss Rina and while eating I notice Arthur looking at me while he’s eating, I look away when Nathan notice us at the same time warn us with his look. I gulp and continue enjoying my crab. “Wow! I didn’t know Miss Emily know how to use her fingers while eating.” I almost choke when they said that.

A teasing voice cut through the air with the approaching Fabian, who was fawned over and orbited by a group of childhood friends. “Buddy, you should’ve come to me for a loan! How are the cars coming along? I’ve been bragging about you everywhere, so don’t let me embarrass myself now!” Standing beside him was Chester Byrd, casually raising his wrist adorned with an imitation of a green Rolex Submariner.

She said, and the whole room plunged into silence before erupting in an applause. “Aria Jenn? Isn't she the famous designer from France?” I heard someone ask, and my heart skipped a beat. “Of course, that's the same one. I heard that she is friends with Mrs Pierre.” I heard them say, unfathomable emotions swirling in my heart. As if sensing my thoughts, Damien squeezed my hand, and I turned to see him smiling at me. “You have achieved a lot in these two years, Aria. I'm proud of you.” He whispered against my ear, stunning me.

Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ****************************************************************************

As the microwave hummed and the glass plate spun in a culinary dance, she couldn’t resist pouring herself a tall glass of Sprite to accompany her feast. As she waited for her food to be ready, Vinnie glanced out the window. The sun hung high in the sky, mercilessly radiating its scorching rays upon the world below. Once again, her mind drifted to her meeting with Mr Doyle, and the pang that rose in her chest this time was a lot worse than earlier. She hadn’t mentioned anything about Mr. Doyle and his peculiar request for a mistress to Maya. Keeping secrets from her best friend felt anything but nice or righteous, but how on earth could she break the news without triggering a full-blown meltd

I liked the nickname. Dalia Penedo Salazar says: No, you can keep calling me Doce. Mr. X says: Great. Now I need to work, but I’ll be back later. I hope to meet you here. Dalia Penedo Salazar says: Up to, Mr. X. Mr. X says: See you later, Doce.