Misty Tredwell Novels & Stories

After a while, Kristina finally arrived... finally, I was waiting for her. She came in the room with her slightly messy hair and her fringe showing. She was wearing a jumper skirt with her pastel shirt and mismatched socks that she was trying to hide. She also had her glasses on as she searches the room for me. I was caught off guard when she smiled at me. She was searching the room and she smiled at me like that, she waves her hand frantically. I unconciously waved back at her but the moment I realized it, I took my hand down.

“Awh, did you lose your humor in prison?” This family was so twisted that it wouldn’t surprise me at this point if they had really drugged Tiago. “Guys, stop being childish—we have company,” Linda spoke with an embarrassed smile on her lips. She had always come across as a classy woman with the perfect family. “Anyway.” Misty sighed. “Elena, do you have a job?” Ah, there it was—the famous interrogation of the jealous ex-girlfriend. “I’m a mixologist.” “So a bartender.” Misty corrected me as if my job didn’t hold any purpose. I wasn’t ashamed of my career, and I worked at the bar because I enjoyed it.

The problem was she hadn't told him yet. For some reason, she held on to the truth for far longer than was necessary. She'd spent a lot of time working on that case with Tanner. At the moment, it was the biggest and most risky case they had ever accepted. They went through a lot of trouble to find their key witness and keep him safe. If something happened to him, they would lose the case. As Thalia Ashcroft, she would never think of revealing his whereabouts. Even with a gun pointed at her head. But she was now Natalia.

She remained silent. ​Chris nodded, a bitter smile crossing his face. "Message received." He zipped his bag, swung it over his shoulder, and walked past her without a second glance. ​Tina sat on his empty bed, his scent was still clinging to the room. She felt sick, Jude wasn't himself, and she was trapped in a life she no longer wanted, all because of her mother’s greed. ​Two days later, Eve arrived at the edge of the Everglades. She was exhausted. She had pushed herself to the limit, alternating between running as a wolf and a human to cover ground as fast as possible.

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

We also visited Rogers pack and had a meeting with all the pack members, I introduced myself and explained my visions and thankfully no one doubted or was wary or suspicious of me and they all listened and worked hand in hand to prepare just in case things go South for the pack still, I even sent thirty of my own warriors to aide them and stay there until we give the okay for them to return to our pack, I packed the serum and brought them along with us, January has been a bundle of nerves since yesterday but I’m keeping close to her. I am hoping that no one at the retreat would know that I am a Mystic and create any unnecessary problems for us there or start a whole kidnapping plot because I

Landon- Since early this morning, I have been following Misty’s sister around. As she interacted with Pack members, played with children, visited the patients at the hospital, and spent time at an orphanage, I couldn’t help but think Misty was wrong about Stormie. At first, I set up an elaborate scheme because I wanted to scare Stormie and get Axel to let me get near her.

"You can't just bring him away!" Just then, Misty screeched. Resentment glinted in her eyes as her scornful gaze swept past Rory. Her blood was boiling in rage. This ungrateful brat! She brought so many things with her these few days during her live streams at Londyn Welfare Center. She chose Rory because he was particularly hard to approach and antisocial. He would help in clearing her name if he eventually opened up to and trusted her after she showered him with kindness. That would work as some good publicity.

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.”