Novel & Cerita Misty Tredwell

Therefore, Misty simply wanted to show Sebastian her tactics in befriending the designer. Misty was a woman, but she was able to be in charge of the White Group, which was a large corporate group, so of course, she was not good-for-nothing. Misty wanted Sebastian to see that even if her foot had been sprained and she was in a wheelchair, her grace and her brilliance were not something that his wife, who had only risen to the top because she was pregnant with his child, was able to compete with. It was as if God was truly working in Misty's favor.

“My lady?” Misty appeared right infront of my face, suspiciously analyze the ounce of my being. “Are you perhaps exhausted, my lady? You shouldn't have journey alone that dreaded of a forest!” “Dreaded of a forest?” “My lady,” she said, now deadly serious, “I failed to notice and realize it. But too much have change since I'm away in this place!” “That's explain your inability to provide conrete and concise info, Misty,” I smiled, causing her to somehow shiver.

I missed seeing her with our baby and a lot more things. She turned. Our gaze locked. Her brown eyes are beautiful. I tucked the long locks of her hair behind her ear, "You need rest," I told her. She chewed on her lower lip, "Will you answer me honestly?" She said. I wanted to shoot my brows up. But I nodded my head. I got her medical report. She was pregnant and I shouldn't have threatened to take Aidan away. Her report said - She's depressed and anxious. I just wanted to be a good person to her. I shouldn't do this to her. She had given me Aidan.

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?!

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.

I could only faintly hear the battle now; I knew I couldn't stop for long but I could move faster after a 5-minute break. I was getting ready to leave when I heard the heart-wrenching sounds of a child's sobs. I scanned the clearing, looking for where they were coming from before I eventually saw a small bundle of dark hair and clothes. I jogged over cautiously not wanting to startle her. She sensed my presence immediately and lifted her head to reveal a big pair of watery, brown eyes. She was only about 9 with thick, long, dark brown hair that was tangled and had bits of forest in it. Her feet were bare and mud covered her legs up to what had once been a white nightdress.

I felt Isaac’s hold on me tighten and he started sniffing my neck again, to chill out. I looked at the guys, “Okay, would you please let us know what you discovered on your scouting mission?” Stone started, “We did find the mole. She isn’t even a member of the pack. She’s been masking her scent, so we wouldn’t have known. I did put her in the cells in silver cuffs.” Isaac kissed the top of my head while I traced circles on his hands that were locked around my waist. He asked, “Who is she?” Stone answered, “She is Alpha Tolvar’s niece, from Big Creek Pack. Her name is Misty. We caught her hanging around the front of her house this morning, before your usual run.”

Unlike some others in the pack, Helter never seemed uncomfortable around me. Neither did Rustom. They already knew the truth about Arnold and me. About the past. About the years Arnold spent searching for me like a man possessed. To them, Arnold’s obsession was not shocking. If anything… it made perfect sense. “Nothing,” Mira answered shortly. Then she walked away toward the indoor training area without another glance at me. I stayed where I was, still tense from the argument. A second later, Helter dropped down onto the bench beside me, wiping sweat from his face with the edge of his shirt.

The next morning, I tried to act like nothing had happened. Like Damien hadn’t been in my room. Like he hadn’t pressed me against the door, his voice dripping with possession, his touch searing into my skin. I told myself I could bury it, bury him. But the problem with storms is that pretending they aren’t there doesn’t make them disappear. They only grow darker, heavier, waiting to break. --- Theo was already in his seat when I slid into class. He looked up with that easy grin, holding out a muffin like a peace offering.

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.