Murphy X Mitzi Novels & Stories

A friend's accident, a teacher looking for trouble, a broken cell phone, a tummy ache on your period, your sweetheart is not around . Mu Zi flipped through her cell phone address book and scratched to Murong Cheng's name, her fingers hanging in the air, hesitating. If you call over ...... to tell him that she misses him, will it look like you are very pretentious? Mu Zi is always reserved, shy to declare her feelings. Just hesitating, the cell phone bell suddenly rang, coincidentally Murong Cheng's call. He often call her, but this time, Mu Zi full surprise. Answered the phone, the two casually chatting about what they ate today, what they did, no nutritional topics on the tip of the tongue

Sensing her unabashed stare, Murphy turned his head slightly and asked calmly, "Miss Claire, is there something wrong with my clothes, or is there something on my face?" Her eyes widened. "You're from the Sinclair family, right? Your name is... what was it again?" "Murphy Sinclair." Just then, the elevator doors slid open. Murphy stepped inside without hesitation. Claire followed him in, barely containing her excitement, her words tumbling out quickly. "That's right--it's you! I saw you yesterday. You looked incredible in uniform." "Thank you," Murphy replied, reaching out to press the floor button. Suddenly, his hand was grabbed.

“I’m getting married.” “Come again?” I sucked in a breath, meeting her watercolor blue eyes. “I’m getting married.” She blinked once, twice. My heart stammered. I thought she’d have a panic attack, but then she laughed, snorted, and held her tummy while doing so. When she realized I wasn’t laughing, her eyes widened. “You’re shitting me.” I shook my head and filled her in with the bits of my agreement with Klaus. The mimosa she ordered turned into a bottle of Riesling. “Klaus Martinelli.” I nodded. “That sexy infuriating Italian, you say?” I nodded again and jumped in my seat when she shrieked as though she’d seen Michele Morrone.

I could use a distraction. I nod, mustering up a genuine smile. “That sounds perfect.” We make our way to the media room, settling onto the leather couches. Mauricio brings us a tray of coffee and breakfast pastries, the smell of fresh brewed beans and warm, flaky dough filling the air. “Okay, what are we watching?” Eboni asks, grabbing the remote and pulling up N*****x. “And please, for the love of God, no true crime documentaries. I can’t handle anything heavy right now.”

" Says pablo, giving me a copy of the CCTV footage in front of Bella's apartment, it's lucky that pablo had someone install the security cameras. Just in case something bad happens to Bella the way it does now, and it turns out it really does, too, he has the camera in her apartment so he doesn't know what she gave him. But he had also checked directly into Bella's apartment and found a plate of compressed contents, leaving only bones and traces of chili cheese and vegetable gravy. From what he saw, pablo was able to verify that miss miller had actually been poisoned by the woman who had fed her food, perhaps thinking that she was Lord vilante's errand boy so she would receive it without a s

when they returned, and there was a strange and anxious air the instant they stepped inside the castle. The large living area was crammed with Bryce, Marisa, Graysen, Martin, Xaun, and four strangers. " Baby?" Apollo approached his gaze drawn back to the frightening witches from before. Xaun turned to face his mate, welcoming him with a loving grin and a sweet peck on the cheek while gently putting his arms around him. Fleurie approached carefully and sat next to her mate, peering at the familiar-looking man. Graysen drew her closer to him and lightly pecked her cheek.

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

Dmitri extended his hand, confused at Trinity's strange behavior. "Likewise, dear." She shook his hand with a small smile. "What was it that you wanted, Mrs Murphy?" Trinity asked politely, though the tone of her voice told Dmitri that she already knew what the lady was going to say and she wasn't really looking forward to it. "Its obvious, isn't it? I wanted ask why, exactly, did you quit your job at the diner?" Mrs Murphy asked, her wrinkled forehead creasing some more as she frowned. Trinity stiffened beside him at her question and Dmitri turned to look at her, the question clear in his eyes as he struggled to understand her weird behavior. She pleaded with her eyes for him to get her out