Miyamoto Issa Novels & Stories

Spiritually, I live with two miniature CEOs and one large Latin family that thinks sugar is a vitamin. “MAXIME!” Issa’s voice rang out. Okay. I looked up. Issa was standing in front of the big mirror, one little hand pressed to a butterfly-shaped hair clip. It was snapped on one side. Max stood two steps behind her, trying very hard to look innocent. Total failure. “He broke my butterfly,” Issa said, her voice shaking. “This was my favorite personality.” “How can a clip have a personality?” Max said. Issa spun around so fast her lemon-yellow dress swirled with her. “Everything has personality!”

Sachiko tried to stop it, but it seemed to be in vain. “I WON’T LET A TRAITOR LIKE YOU STOP US!!” Isabel ignored her and continued to chant. “I order you to erase the existence of beings here, and eliminate them from space and time...” Sachiko's subordinates find Alisa and Floria on the shore and try to capture them. "YOU WON'T RUN!!" one of them shouts. “Flo, they're coming.” Alisa panicked, while Flo focused on creating a ball of her dense magic. “I, Isabel Campania, the creator of this sacred technique, for the last time, release you...”