Novel & Cerita Misty Muda

Fatma Mathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore. Fatma promised herself that she would be now changed, and that she would slay her battles and save those who need saving like she was before. And like Linda now.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

"Since it's Sunday today we just thought to have some fun together" I could hear my heart pounding hard against my ribcage with each word that came out of my mouth. "Having some fun together, when you are on a murder suspect list?" the officer gives us a sardonic laugh that sent chills down my spine. Kirstin was scowling at her and I knew what was up in her mind. She would be probably visualizing punching the officer in her face. My glance falls on her badge and I acknowledge her name as Stephanie Miles. Slim and short with Gray-blue eyes and fair skin tone. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun.

There were a few garbage cans around, plastic waste, wet and decomposing card board boxes, the dead rat stinking somewhere and a small lake formed by the rain perhaps. Maya tossed a pebble in the lake and saw the ripples forming interrupting her reflection, disfiguring her face. Her eyes seemed bleak and trapped behind the cages somehow there wasn't any light just the darkness that layered over everything else, smearing all her thoughts. Her bloodlust stirred every now and then but she managed to put it back to rest, she hadn't killed anyone in a few days and the intrusion of someone else in her territory had triggered a primal instinct. She assumed him to be one of high tier cleaner who was

Jayda pretended that he only greeted Tazaana, but from Tazaana's face, it was not like she was greeted well by Jayda. Everett said, "Tazaana, come with me." She came closer to Everett, and they left Jayda behind. Jayda's angry feelings erupted in embarrassment in front of her friends because everyone knew Jayda had feelings for Everett. Everett and Tazaana are in the castle tower. She asks, "Your Majesty, what are we doing here?" Everett replied, "exploring outside the castle." Hearing Everett's words, she was overjoyed, as she had longed to explore the realm of black mist since arriving here.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

I groaned as I looked around, trying to determine if I recognized it. Of course, I have no fucking clue where I am. I gripped the handle tighter, taking a defensive stance as a ring of fire surrounded the clearing, trapping me in the middle. “Oh, have I reached the boss level?” I questioned. “SHOW YOURSELF, SHIT WITCH!” I shouted. “That is not my name.” Shit Witch scoffed as the flames parted. “I am Melania, the most powerful witch in the world.” She did a cringy hair flip as she boasted.

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

As they were walking towards the house, she noticed that the fog was covering the atmosphere. Is this my imagination or a coincidence that the fog came immediately after they stepped foot on the walkway? she asked herself. Zach opened the door and Aramina gasped in awe; the interior wasn’t the same mysterious look she got from the entrance... It has a modern interior; the walls were coated with white oil paint and the stairs were constructed as a floating stairs with a wooden handrail. The TV wall had a touch of wood as well and the ceiling had drops of artificial moon and stars hanging around.

A makeup artist was trying to keep her steady while Misty scrolled through her phone. “Not too tight,” she said, watching herself in the mirror. “Trent likes it loose.” Her stylist nodded quickly. “Of course, Miss Murphy.” Misty smiled. “Mrs. Silverwood,” she corrected. “Almost.” Her friend Lexi sat nearby with her phone in hand. Lexis parents were rich but she still acted like a second class citizen. Misty had a way with people. “You’re already trending,” she said, showing her the screen. “#SilverwoodMagnolia—four million views.”