Misty Tredwell Novels & Stories

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.

“This wonderful woman saved me from the man you call Professor Mozart. I was in that destroyed desert laboratory before she rescued me. It wasn’t intentional, the rescuing bit, but she has a good heart.” It became silent. Akaisha couldn’t hear anything anymore. The room buzzed from the quiet. Misty had disconnected the connection with her. She looked between the two of them and could see the blood slowly draining from Sergeant Acheki. From his expression, she could surmise just what Misty was putting into his head. She had hoped that would be enough for him to believe her. She didn’t want to relive her own past. It was too traumatic for her. But she would if it was necessary. She noticed Mis

“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.