Misty Muda Novels & Stories

Her face, however, is now facing me and I lift my other hand, skimming it over her face, starting at her forehead and sliding them down and around the side and over her cheek, moving her hair at the same time. Unfortunately, by doing so, I uncover the last of the healing bruise on her cheek. Fortunately, with both me and Fredrick as her mates, whenever she is injured, our combined touch and presence now helps Misty to heal nearly 10 times faster, so by later this arvo, the bruise on her cheek will be completely healed.

It was unlikely we would both be allowed to pair with each other, but it wasn't impossible. "Silence," Mrs. Periwinkle said, and everywhere quietened. Despite her advanced age, her voice carried powerful commands that couldn't be resisted. With just one word, every student would stop whatever they were doing. So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy.

It's been three days since I met Him, Eros. His name is new to me and his face. Most of the people at that bar knew me or I knew them. But he's different, I don't know him, He don't know me. I looked at my cellphone when it rang, I smiled when I sew the name of the caller. "Yes, Manang?" I asked her when I answer the call "What time are you coming home, Ayla?" Manang is already old. Senior citizen. She must have retired because she is already too old to work, but she doesn’t want too. She said she doesn’t have a family to be with. She's 75 y/o.

“Then let’s give you a better name. My rare dog is called Blue. Her fur is so gray it’s practically a shade of blue. With your body and beautiful eyes, I want to call you Misty Red, Misty, for short. Will that be alright?” It squawked and flapped it's long wings together. “Yes, yes. Misty is nice. Call me Misty.” Professor Mozart had watched how the two of them were enthralled in a seemingly deep conversation. He couldn’t understand what was taking place, but a strange feeling came over him. A sense of dread enclosed the area. It was as if Akaisha were plotting something. He wanted to believe she wouldn’t cross him after all he had her dog, but with how she hated him with every fiber of her

I wanted to bury my face in his neck and inhale deeply. “Everyone,” Alpha Kai said to the table. “This is Alpha Ford of Moonbeam and Alpha Stoll of Nearside. Go ahead and introduce yourselves to them.” “I’m Misty Sharpe of Blood Moon,” the girl on the other side of Alpha Ledger said. She had the same platinum blonde hair and green eyes as Alpha Sharpe. “Your Alpha Sharpe’s daughter?” Alpha Ford asked. “Yes,” Misty answered. She bit the inside of her lip like she was trying to keep herself from saying something. She looked nervous. Every strand of her hair was in place, her makeup immaculate.

After she sat in the car, she received an email detailing an event that she had been interested in since the very beginning when she was still in the Adams family. It was a pageant for uprising female entrepreneurs in the business world. It was the Miss Misty Pageant. I'm too shy for this. She thought. Just as she was about to put her phone back into her bag, she decided to look at the names of the females who made it to the finals in curiosity. The Miss Misty contest was held once a year and it was common knowledge that the competition was specially organized for the uprising females. She saw a few familiar names on the list. There was Hannah Trixian, Carmen, Diana and Hilda Adams?!

As for becoming a Mother, well, Rain could appreciate that they all had a duty to carry on womankind, but never knowing what would become of her children was an unsettling idea to consider. Rain pushed all of that aside as she strolled into the room and put her backpack on her designated hook. Mist finally noticed her and looked up from her tablet. It was a nature video she had been watching, just as Rain had imagined. Mist was certainly more aptly named than she was. “Hey,” Rain said over her shoulder, finding the jeans she was looking for and stepping behind the privacy screen to change her clothes. “How’s your day been?” “Good,” Mist said, a lilt to her voice. “We got out of agriculture c

They hoped that if they were being lured into a trap, they’d have enough time to mind-link the other vigils before they passed out or were killed. It took them only ten minutes of brisk walking to find themselves before a coursing waterfall. Bernadette murmured, “The Misty Waterfall of Heres. It’s real.” Duica uttered, “It’s amazing. With the water and food source, there’s absolutely no reason to leave this place. I wonder if those who hide here eat the fish.” As soon as he said that, a random yellow flower nearby opened and sprayed a scent of animal dung at Duica, taking offense in what he just said. As Duica choked on the horrible odor, he said aloud, “I suppose not. Sorry about that.”

She quickly ran back to Eulalia, grabbing the blanket on Eulalia's lap with her teeth, trying to pull her out. Seeing Eulalia not moving, Misty spun around in panic. Eulalia reached out to pet Misty's head, her voice soft, "Misty, go. Don't worry about me." Looking at Eulalia's pained expression, Misty whimpered, turned, and jumped through the ring of fire blocking the door. Just when Eulalia thought Misty had escaped, she jumped back in. Misty didn't have the intelligence of a human, only her instincts. She tried to "teach" Eulalia to survive. Her fur singed, she let out a pained cry, rolling on the ground in agony.