Misty Love Novels & Stories

"Mm-hmm." "Your wife still has a job?" Misty said that in a teasing tone. Misty grew up in the White family in the southeastern region. She had never been treated unfairly growing up. Everything had always been going her way. After she had taken over the White Group, she was even more like the queen on high. That was why Misty had heard about Sebastian being decisive, as well as very cold and vicious, but Misty did not care about that at all. Not only did she not care, but she even felt that Sebastian was not as unapproachable as how others had described him. Also, it was not that he never allowed others to be reckless in front of him. Other than being more forceful when it came to the colla

Ahmer then got up and leave the place in front of her. His friends start calling out to him. “Hey Ahmer!” “Where are you going?” “Let Adeen go with you.” “Ahmer!” She looks back for a moment. She saw him going far and then returned to her unaware state. Their order arrives, so she leaves the shop with her friends. Back To Present Time… Why did she toy with my feelings? Did I deserve that heartbreak back then? What was my mistake? To love her? This was my mistake?

He was definitely familiar with the signs, and his own body was more than ready to take hers up on its blatant offer. “I… I want to make love, Maxim,” she said, her voice steady. If he hadn’t spotted the slight tremor in her delicate hands, he would’ve never known she was nervous. “Misha, you wanted to make love by the pool. You wanted to make love that day in your room. In fact, you wanted to make love that first day in Carpathia. But you pulled back every time…” “You’re right... But I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.”

LOGAN: We have a magical book and all wordings except the spells in the book have inserted themselves in my brain, probably cos it trust me ANYA: Okay so this Misty, what does she do? LOGAN: This (pointed to the fog) Misty causes Mist. The mist isn't poisonous. She uses it as a disguise. She is a master of disguise and this fog is her battle ground. She can turn the fog into any shape she wants. She is dangerous with her fog...but without it, she's not much of a champion. ROSE: So, is there any way we can clear the fog? LOGAN: Not that I know of. But the surest way is to get rid of the her. Get rid of her...you get rid of the fog.

So respectful. "That's fine. As long as it's within the grounds." I nodded and we both excused ourselves, leaving out of the side entrance which lead into the garden. "This garden is beautiful, look at all the lilies."Mia was really excited. "They are beautiful but, not as beautiful as you," I admitted, finally. She was stunned. "Um, before you say anything else, there's something I have to say first." "Go ahead," I prompted. "Do you not remember me at all? I was there the night your wife died," she confessed. I was speechless.

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.

He had created several apps, sold them for a fortune, and then spent his time traveling on his motorcycle. He occasionally did work for us, but he genuinely hated corporate life. "I don't work here," Mose replied. "Mose, it's time you focused on something in your life besides your motorcycle. This role suits you perfectly," Grandma said in the firm tone that, for the rest of us, meant there was no room for argument. "Grandma, you know I love you, but I'm not interested." Mose planted his boots on the floor, stood up, and walked out of the room.

Misty spoke as she lifted Eva's chin and wiped a few stray tears from her eyes. Misty hugged Eva and placed a loving kiss on her daughter's temple. Eva clung to her mother and held onto her words. Eva knew deep down that Misty was right. She had to embrace who she was no matter what.

Again Ivy furrowed her brows, she didn't understand the woman in front of her because she was so mysterious and unpredictable. "So, what do you want?" "I want her to live her life full of sorrow, full of misery, crying and loneliness." In her eyes was visible hatred and anger overflowing. It seemed that something had happened to make her hate Lilyana so much. Ivy actually did not have the heart to hear the woman's wish. Even though she also hated the legitimate wife of his mistress, she didn't want her to suffer. She knows how difficult it is to live life, therefore she wants to work with Chris so that they both get what they want.

She searched my eyes but I had already hidden all the emotions and gave nothing away. "That was in a fairyland," I told her. "Do you remember we decided to pretend we are in love just for the music, to act like we were in a fairytale where they live happily ever after?" She shook her head profusely as tears rolled down her cheek as she held my hands. Russeli I can't go on without you," She blinked tears away and her eyes were fixed on mine. "Please stop joking around and let's just think about this Russeli." Looking at Malinda now, she was not the strong lady without feeling who came back as Natasha Wilbur.