Misty Tredwell Novels & Stories

So taking a deep breath, I stepped off the single-track road and headed West. The trees loomed over me, casting distorted, shadowy shapes on the ground as I treaded through the leaf litter. A haze of fog hung low too. White in the dull glow of the moon, wisps of mist curled around my ankles. They leeched up my legs, grasping my torso, making my clothes cling to my body. I shivered with the damp as I waded through, praying I’d see the yellow glow of lights.

I answered, looking at her. Tiffany was an oblivious rich brat who liked making bets because she was insecure. She used daddy’s money to make her feel good about herself and she played dirty if it meant getting her way. We had broken up six months ago, but she had crawled back into my life a month ago because she knew I wanted to get in the race for the city’s annual race completion.

** Good morning** we exchange pleasantries then I escort Jewel behind a tree and guard her as she strips down to shift I take her clothes and fold them and put them in a bag by the tree then I in turn strip while she guarded me from the prying she wolves while I put my clothes with hers and shift. We shift and follow the others to the borders and with Jewel being a Mystic Wolf it allowed her to open a mindlink between all of us so we can communicate even though we are from different packs, they showed us the area where they had the most activity and I see Jade go off on her own sniffing as she goes and on instinct Axel follows his mate hopping over fallen tree trunks and dodging branches, Ka

I recalled what Misty told me, but my gut was telling me that she was wrong. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by your impression, but I admit it stings a little. I’ve lived in the shadows of someone else for so long, and all I ever wanted to do was be able to be true to myself. My dream is to live a simple and peaceful life with the one I love. I also wish everyone could get along and there weren’t so many terrible things happening in this world. I hope I will be strong enough to turn my dreams into reality one day.”

I followed it, as it intent on kicking it again and taking my rage out on this tiny rock, which made me feel foolish but for some reason better, when I realized I wasn’t alone in the small clearing. To my surprise, Mistra was seated on a small iron bench in front of a large lavender bush, hands crossed on her lap. Her eyes were closed, and for as cool as the evening was, was dressed in a light dress and jacket, her dark raven hair disappearing into the night behind her.

But now that things had already reached this point, she was left without a choice but to continue trudging on. "I … I was just shocked to see you …" As Misty spoke, she fluttered her eyelashes once, causing teardrops to fall from her watery eyes. The tears streaming down her bare face made her look even more innocent and pitiful. "I … I was tired last night, so I wanted to rest in one of the rooms. But I didn't expect that someone would drag me into bed … "E-Even though I struggled as hard as I could, I still couldn't free myself from who I thought was my attacker …"

I didn't know how long this had been here but it was finer than the rag clothes that I was wearing I finished taking my bath and walked out feeling like a new woman. My eyes rested on the person that was sitting on the couch, crying. It was Misty, why was she shedding tears? A lot of things were not making any sense to me which I was supposed to look at and pass but guess who stopped? Me. "May I get you a tissue?" I inquired, feeling pitiful because she looked like a nice person. "No, you may not. Your Alpha is a cruel man." She stated

Misty’s eyes narrowed for only a second before she plastered on another smile. “Does it matter who paid?” she said smoothly, brushing past him like the question was beneath her. “What matters is, I look good, and you get to enjoy it.” Trent didn’t answer right away. He watched her toss her bags onto the couch, humming to herself like the conversation was already over. In his head, the comparison was unavoidable. Cassie never pushed back. Cassie would’ve folded, would’ve apologized, would’ve tried to soothe him. But Misty—Misty thrived on bending the moment to her will. She was bold, manipulative, and spoiled rotten.

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.