Misty Tredwell Novels & Stories

I looked at the beautiful, serene ocean I had been painting—the Amalfi coast, the symbol of our perfect beginning. With a sudden, sharp motion, I scraped a jagged line of dark, muddy ochre right through the center of the blue water. The sound of the metal against the canvas was like a scream. I stared at the ruin I had just made. My heart was pounding, my breath shallow. Why did I do that? “It’s just a meeting,” I whispered to the empty studio. “It’s just a lobbyist.” I forced a smile at my reflection in the glass wall. I was Victoria Vermon-Sy. I was part of the ‘Golden Couple.’ My life was a masterpiece.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Kenna explains. My eyes catch on the roses. I vaguely remember Blake mentioning Misty’s name several times in my haze. She’s supposedly a gifted healer, isn’t she? I know a lot about her since she lives in Crescent Falls. She’s a writer and historian now, but she went through the Great War of Tarsian, the hero, they say, of the war that took the lives of her grandparents. I’ve read her books. I’ve seen her picture on the back. I’ve seen her golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. “Will you thank Princess Misty for me?”

“Yes, of course, give me about thirty minutes and I’ll send Melissa and Rose up with trays for you.” “Thanks, Misty,” Nate said with a smile, patting her gently as he turned to leave the kitchen. Logan walked after Nate, his eyes wide in awe. “Do you know people everywhere?” Logan asked, glancing back at Misty. “I met a lot of people when I spent a year as the interim council member from Kreil when Cliff had to take a short sabbatical. Misty is a good friend of Amelia,” Nate said with a shrug. “Everywhere we go, you seem to know someone. For a guy that never talks, it’s impressive,” Logan said with a chuckle.

I should have guessed. I made coffee for both of them while the woman — who introduced herself as Misty — wiped the water off her skirt on the floor of the trailer, set up the tape recorder, and complained about the remoteness of the site. I found that she typically covered arts and lifestyle news, attending gallery openings, runway shows, and theater showings. His life seemed fascinating and exciting.

I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt and I tumbled about as the Jeep rolled into the forest and slammed to a stop against two trees. I heard Kiran scream as he left the protection of the circle, and ran toward me. I kicked the door open and fell out of the jeep, bleeding from my head, and cradling my broken arm. I looked back at her and started running deeper into the forest, jumping into the next realm. “Hylja sála.” I ran toward Kiran, somehow knowing that he’d be in the clearing. They stood across from each other, both of them enveloped in their own flames, hers red, and Kiran’s blue.

“I was just trying to touch them and it came falling. And there was someone in there I just wanted to touch..” “Someone, you mean your reflection. Humph!” He puffed and paced around the room. He felt sick. “What’s your name?” “Me?” “Who else. Alien. There’s no one here is there?” “My name?” “What are you called.” She looked confused. And stretched her hands at him. He walked closer to her and hold her hands. And looked at what she was trying to show him. The letter M. Was tattooed on her hand. “You think it’s my name. M.”

"If your results are not good, you should probably really consider other part-times." The wavy-haired girl stood next to Agatha. Eithan knew she's the widely known Misty, the never shaken first ranker of their batch thus earning the moniker 'Miss Number One'. He reckoned the reason why the girl didn't bother looking actively at the posted results was that she's very confident that nobody could dethrone her. "Resigning from my part-time? I'm still broke. Not doing that ever. And the part-time is very easy. I've already fallen in love with the people and job."

It was the fact that I’d have to see her again—Cynthia. Morning came too quickly. I braced myself for whatever was coming today and got ready. The weight of the upcoming confrontation sat heavily on my shoulders as I made my way to the training grounds. When I arrived, a few she-wolves were already there, stretching and warming up. Their quiet chatter filled the air as they prepared for the session. Off to the side, Zayn, Seven, and Seleira stood watching, talking amongst themselves. Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today.

Gerald then continued acting like he was surprised by saying, “Are you some kind of salesperson? You really had me going for a while there! Haha!” “…What? Hey now, I’m an accountant working for a company under the Lovewell family, you know? My company in particular is the main organizer for the yearly exchange event! And again, I have no reason to lie to you! Just know that I’m only sharing all this with you since you saved me. Don’t go spreading the news around! Then again, it’s not like anyone will believe you,” replied Misty as she took a sip of her own drink.