Misty Tredwell Novels & Stories

Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall woman with a trim figure, pale skin, and perfectly coiffed silver hair, Director Yearwood looks like she belongs in one of those prissy rich kid schools. But she’s here, overseeing the five islands. Her office stands out from the rest of the camp facilities, done up in shades of brown, gold, and white, with a huge intimidating fireplace, a plush carpet, and mysterious low lighting.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

That was until I realized someone was yelling. “Why are you guys all fussing over her? Missy knows her place. She knows she doesn’t belong here.” “Missy?” Dean repeated, his eyes doing that blue glowy thing. “Missy Mistake,” I said. “That was my name in the pack, because of the whole Harry wasn’t my dad.” “Wow,” Dean said, shaking his head. “What?” Beth asked, looking genuinely confused. “Why are you all pretending that isn’t a problem?”

Maybe, just maybe, he always acted on impulse. Not interested in exercising anymore, she heads back to the locker room to pick up her bag and drives off from the gym. The drive back home was short and in a few minutes, she was entering her driveway. After parking her Lexus, as she steps down, she couldn’t help but admire the flowers in her mini garden and as she takes in the beauty of mother nature, her attention slowly drifts to the red SUV parked in the driveway of her rude neighbor.

Not that anyone had ever told them specifically not to go there, but no one else ever did, and it was well-known nothing good could ever come of straying too far from the other women. Being an Agriculture student, Mist was naturally overly curious about the outdoors, so it made perfect sense she’d be drawn to the forested area. Despite her professors and the other Mothers encouraging the girls to let their curiosity be fulfilled through videos, books, and the carefully crafted learning centers available on campus, Mist had first began wandering through the woods they were headed to now when she was five or six. Rain had followed because Mist was her best friend, and she hadn’t wanted her to

"No problem. We're not in the middle of a discussion. Come and join us." Misty walked in and sat next to Neil on the sofa. Shortly after, she said, "Please continue with your discussion. Just ignore me." Neil replied, "How can we ignore you when you're sitting here with us?" Neil maintained his hostility toward Misty, the one who previously stopped him when Evan took Caroline. Paige intervened, "Neil, Ms. Crawford is part of our team. It's okay." Misty raised an eyebrow with feigned confusion. "Do you have a bias against me, Mr. Xander?"

“Whatever in your mind right now, you are free to ponder in a deep sense. Let me handle the danger this time!” With that, Misty leap through the trees and show the never-seen might. She jump from one trees to another, and incircling the place in a much faster than the usual she does things. Her expression is one of excitement, and she thought loudly, “This is what being alive really is! Come on, and received my trickes, you nasty woman!” her glare rest into the woman, that this very moment shuddered and revealed the shocking expression and dread in her nasty face.

And as the morning sun bathed the garden in golden light, Zain's ambitions burned brighter. Misty led the way with confident steps until they came to a halt at the entrance of a garden maze. She turned to Hazel with a sparkle in her eyes. "This maze... it used to be my playground. I spent countless hours here with my friends, laughing, getting lost, and finding our way out again," Misty said, filled with nostalgia and a hint of mischief as she traced her fingers along the edge of a nearby hedge. Hazel's gaze swept over the tranquil surroundings, the lush greenery, and the majestic mountains in the distance. "Is this place far from the city?" she asked, struck by the serene beauty surrounding

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.

The past two days I've been thinking about her and no matter how much I try not to, thoughts of her still fill my mind. I look up at the night sky as I think about her. When I first saw her at the restaurant she had on a waitress's uniform, so she works there. If she works here in this city, then she must be apart of one of the five packs the surround the large city. I don't know much about her other than her name is Misty and that she holds the skills of a healer even though she says she's not a healer. I was in pretty bad shape after that fight with Tyson and Luka, but now I'm as good as new thanks to her.