Miya Chinen Novels & Stories

I looked at the Alpha and frowned. "So which name are we supposed to call you, Alpha?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Layton. Arachne is the only one who can call me Henry." I nodded with a frown when he said Arachne. The womans name was Emiko, unless she also went by Arachne. "So are you attending the festival, Gamma Channing?" "I am the Moon Oracle, and I hate that festival." I growled at him as I stepped back. "I must be going."

she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk. She turned her head behind only to find Ash looking at her with a blank expression; he tried to smile but that smile rather looked creepy; taking a deep breath she picked her pen and sat back on her seat. " Ash, " Azora whispered but Maya already knew this. " Let him, I can not go around barking at people for staring at me, " She rolled her eyes at her before she started copying the notes. why this girl has to be so hardheaded? Ash thought as crushed the gym chalk which he always kept in his bag; it always had a calming effect on him; weird but working.

“Serious enough to keep her close. Very close.” Mia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Then I better go introduce myself.” She moved to the adjacent office where Hema was working, knocked once, and stepped in. Hema looked up, instantly recognizing the resemblance between Zayden and the woman before her. She straightened slightly, unsure how to react. “Hi,” Mia said with a bright smile. “I’m Mia, Zayden’s sister.” Hema hesitated for a second before responding, “Hema Kapoor.”

He smiled at Charlie, saying, “I’m surprised you remember me.” Charlie chuckled. She responded, “What do you mean? We were in the same Sales Management class.” “And what about me? Do you know me?” The girl who sat behind Charlie asked. Charlie turned to the girl with short and jet-black hair. She had porcelain skin and a very delicate expression, and Charlie thought she was cute. “Of course, I know you, Mia Chen. We worked on the same project together last year,” Charlie said with a smile. Mia beamed. She leaned in and whispered to Dawn, “What did I tell you? Charlie is different when she is free from her cage!”

Meeting someone of such importance in person, Miya was naturally feeling nervous. She sat next to Xenon and listened to them quietly, too anxious to voice any opinions. Also, she could hardly understand the technical terms they were using. Sensing that Miya was a bit bashful and nervous, Andy spoke to her with a smile, "I've heard a lot about you, Mrs. Miya Uba. It was the recent Rare Gem copycat incident, right? You are the one that designed the original piece. I've seen some photos, and it's beautiful."

A scullery maid with red, chapped hands. "Too rough," Miya dismissed, wrinkling her nose. "You smell of onions. It disrupts my meditation." She moved down the line. Her pale eyes scanned them like a hawk scanning for field mice. She didn't want competence. She didn't want strength. She wanted a blank canvas. She stopped at the end of the line. Finn stood there.

Her lipstick is out of her lips today as well. "Please, be my neighbor." I reply graciously and she blushes in return. This bitch. I mentally roll my eyes as she bates her long fake eyelashes at me. "You are very sweet, Ethan. By the way, my name is Rita." She says while sliding on her chair. I didn't even ask her name. All I want to do is take out the handkerchief from my pocket and wipe her lipstick off her face. It is really irritating me. "Rita, I think we will be good friends." I smirk. Yes! Friendzone her.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

At that moment, Mia's vanity was more satisfied than ever. She raised her glass and clinked it with the lady's: "My dear madam, the United States has so many incredible things, like our Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. If you're interested, I can explain them to you anytime."

Seth leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. “She seems strangely familiar,” he muttered to no one in particular. Then, louder, he added, “Quite a troublemaker, if I’m not mistaken. What was her name again? Ah, yes—Miranda.” Charles—sensing the tension building—interrupted the moment. “Young lady, what’s your name, please?” His voice was polite. Mia straightened her posture, meeting Charles’s gaze with calm professionalism. “My name is Mia. Mia Williams.” Seth’s eyes widened slightly at her name, but his face quickly regained its composure.