Miyamura 소설 & 이야기

USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. It keeps on flooding their conversation, and Sam doesn't have any choice this time. The man rips his thin clothes as he is witnessing a perfectly fitted muscular body. His jaws nearly drop, seeing those on the screen of his laptop. [Why are you stunned? Do you like this body of mine?] it types his message as Sam, on the other hand, pulls himself together.

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

Proof of this strange mate of mine. The door to the cabin suddenly burst open, hitting the wall. There was knock at all. Then, a tall figure stood at the doorway. His face showed that he was a strict man. In a jiffy, the small room was filled with the scent of his sweet perfume and real power. He was older, his jaw set hard, but his eyes were the same blue. It was him, my assumed mate. He never looked at my mother nor at the doctor, but at me, his eyes travelling down from my face to the two bundles in my mother's arms. A small evil smile spread across his face.

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled. “Show me what you’ve got, Samantha.”

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

The question was a tough one, and I went mute. “She can, Gamma. She is a healer,” Daisy blurted and I stared at her in surprise. “I mean….” She cleared her throat. “Eira has the ability to make someone feel alright. She can dance for him. Do stupid things to make him happy. That’s the best form of healing, right?” Daisy sounded more dumb than me.

Nadine insisted, her enthusiasm unrelenting. Nadine Gomez is the quintessential wealthy, glamorous friend who often ignores academics because her family’s wealth makes it unnecessary. Her appearance always catches eyes, and she has a way of making everything seem effortless. Ayane Yosida, on the other hand, is laid-back and appears indifferent, but underneath her casual demeanor lies a surprisingly flirtatious nature. Miracle del Vera, or Mira, is the quintessential playgirl with a new boyfriend practically every week, always bouncing from one to the next with effortless ease.

He eyed me from head to toe, and displeasure crossed his face. I lowered my gaze down, feeling hurt. “Her cunt must be fascinating,” Connor jeered, and I winced at his rude comment. “Or a fascinating bust,” I heard Ryan. He appeared from behind. “36-inch,” he sneered and eyed my breasts. “I’d like to taste those beautiful tits of yours.” I cringed at his dirty words and immediately folded my arms over my chest, looking away. “She’s just his whore!” Connor remarked, and then he and Ryan burst into laughter.

Blinking my eyes, I give him a tight smile. He looked straight into my eyes like he was challenging me. Oh, game on! I’m not the same Mia you met back then. If he wants to play, I’ll play. Raising one eyebrow I looked at his hand, telling him with my eyes, you can let go now. He smirked back at me. Slowly releasing his hold. I turned around with a quick twirl. My ponytail hit him straight in the face. Walking away with spring in my step.

What the hell is wrong with me, I can't help but wonder at my reaction to the person who just entered. "Ah, Mr. Clearwater, how nice of you to join us today," Mr. Ramirez says as the intruder begins walking towards his seat. Instead of going to where he usually sits, I listen as his footsteps move in my direction, continuing towards me until he stops next to my desk. I hear what sounds like sniffing before he makes a deep, low noise—one that I've never heard from another person before. I'm almost positive that he growled, just before the word "Mate!" quietly hits my ears.