Misty Tredwell の小説・ストーリー

“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.

Her beautiful brown eyes dilated at my sight. 'She's the only woman who can make my heart go crazy. ' I clenched the arms of my chair. I didn't wanna jump on her and scared her. She looked in complete shock. I smiled inwardly. I glanced at the mirror. I picked a grey suit with a cream shirt today. After checking my reflection, my gaze turned to my wrist. It was nine o'clock. I had a meeting with Mr Spencer. He must be interviewing new candidates for a secretary job. That was what his security told me when I called his office to confirm the meeting. This was before checking my emails. He had already sent me a confirmation email. It felt incredible to be self stand

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.

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.

Gemma said in fear. “I cannot let him kill them. They are the only hope for the people of Troleyadia and this entire realm. They must live and fulfil the prophecy. I have waited for this day for many moons and now, the Mother has chosen me as her vessel. I will not let her down and neither will you.” Neyra said to the two women.