Mosa Mosa No Mi Novels & Stories

Tate refused to be deterred, "We haven't talked about the red moon ceremony" he insisted. "and what are we going to say about it? There was obviously a mistake, we can't be mates" Ryan told him, he turned to walk away but Tate held on to him. "The moon goddess doesn't make a mistake" "Tate, we are both men, how can we be mates? We even hate each other. I think we should reject each other" Tate stepped back shaking his head.

The mirror shattered from inside. “Let me out,” she begged. “No,” I said. But my reflection was already gone. And hers was in its place. A messenger arrived with white roses. Lira’s seal stamped in wax. Inside the petals, powdered silverroot. Enough to kill twenty wolves. A note was pinned beneath: “You forgot who taught you to be cruel.” I burned it and sent her back a wolf's heart instead.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

"Celina, what kind of shameless Luna are you?" I arched a brow, let out a sharp laugh. "Didn't you tell me to strip?" He had nothing. Just crushed his glass and slammed it to the floor, eyes blazing across the room. "If anyone says a word about tonight—I'll kill you. Get out. Now!" His voice cracked like a whip. The room cleared fast. Except Moye. She clung to his arm, whispering, playing peacemaker. I held his stare, choking back the tears.

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“Do you know how that felt? To be treated like I was the only one losing her mind? When all I wanted was for Mia to be safe, and for someone, anyone, to believe in her the way I did.” Though her voice had cracked slightly, but the fire didn’t dim. “Did it make you feel better? Watching me fall apart like that? Did you enjoy the tears on my face?” Mose finally stepped forward, the words slipping out in a quiet rush. “No… that’s not.....” “Don’t,” Elena cut him off, raising a hand like a final verdict. “I don’t want to hear it.” He froze again, jaw tightening.

I want it to be my birthday every day! In addition to seeing Isabeli again, Rosa made all the food I like. Today I go crazy! “Oh my God! Is that maria mole?” I take that white, juicy thing from the tray. Rosa approaches and slaps my hand. “Not to eat now!” “But...” She crosses her arms. I pout and let my shoulders drop. Rosa rolls her eyes and gives me the maria mole. I smile widely and leave the kitchen bouncing.

My ears flick at the sound of the packs running shifted and saw the pack banking to the right, til Tori was nearly pushing against me and I realize they'd crossed the scent. Bray was growling, his ears back and he was out the front with something burning in his eyes. I could see reluctance in some of the wolves eyes, some unsure while others were nearly jumping into the air with excitement. Out of nowhere Mikki pulls away from the back of the pack and runs beside me, keeping distance so I didn't move away. Her eyes meet mine briefly before a tree cuts between us and then I'm seeing something not real. The image was of someone writing on paper, a pen hovering over the words. 'I don't want to

Natalia answered her unspoken question. MJ nodded. Mosetsana snorted and muttered under her breath, “If Carmen is a business deal.” This earned her a jab on the ribs by Natalia. Mosetsana looked up and found MJ staring at her. She smiled at MJ and said, “Sorry, I don’t remember if we have been introduced before.” She said warmly and extended her hand to MJ. “My name is Mosetsana, short for Mosetsanagape, but the people here can’t pronounce my name, so they either call me Mosetsana or Fredah.”

piece, a virus waiting for its moment to go viral. Maya reached down and brushed a stray lock of hair from Cassia’s forehead. The girl’s skin was warm, but for a split second, Maya felt a tiny, needle-like prick against her finger; a static discharge that felt colder than the surrounding air. It was a momentary sting, like a papercut from a fresh sheet of vellum. She pulled her hand back, frowning. She looked at the water, but the bioluminescent moss cast too many shifting shadows to see the bottom clearly.