Mystic Messenger Lemon Novels & Stories

Mystique said and she led her to an empty seat and she sat down, Liam immediately placed a bowl of soy milk and oil stick before her. "Thank you Liam" Mystique smiled at the delicate one along with them. He seemed so arcadian and diffident. Mystique watched him scratch his tape shyly, a slight redness blossoming on the tip of his ears before he took his seat. "So, how long have you all been working for Damien?" Mystique decided to start a conversation, taking in a spoon full into her mouth. She shut her eyes in delight as the sweet taste spread through her mouth, she nearly moaned out but she immediately restrained herself, she wouldn't want to embarrass herself in front of them.

"My Luna, a letter came for you. Delivered by messenger. Urgent, they said." I frowned, taking the folded paper from his hand. "Who sent it?" He shook his head. "The messenger didn't say. Just that it was from a woman who passed. Someone named Lupiter." Madison stiffened beside me. "Lupiter? What could she possibly—" She stopped, her expression hardening. "Probably more poison from beyond the grave." “You may go.” I waved the guard away, turning the letter over in my hands. The paper was cheap, the handwriting shaky, like someone who was too weak to hold the pen steady.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

Leon pointed at the corner of my lips, the smirk on my face instantly wiped off. "It's not Lexie using my card," I put my phone on the reading table. "Then who?" Leon raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Madison," I sat back on the couch with my legs crossed. "Ma…Ma…Madi.. Madison, which Madison are we talking about here?" Leon stammered, his expression was fun to watch. "Madison, my secretary," Leon sat on the bed upon hearing me. "Your secretary!" Leon yelled, "You mean, Madison, your secretary, Xavier's friend?" He whispered and yelled, he placed his hand on his chest trying to calm himself down while I just stared at him.

I nodded and unwrapped myself begrudgingly. “I’ll grab Tammy and meet you guys there first thing.” He nodded and kissed me good night. I closed the door behind him and locked it. I leaned against the door and took a breath. Slowly calming myself before bed. I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. Sending a quick text to Tammy to meet at Alpha’s office in the morning then we can ride in together to work. I crawled into bed and turned off the light. Fixing my pillow, I settled in to sleep. I heard the ping of my phone and saw that Tammy had answered saying she’d see me in the morning. I could still vaguely smell victor on the sheets and smiled to myself. Soon, I told myself, soon

so I was confused, do you know a Mason,” one of the she-wolves asks. My jaw falls and I absentmindedly nod. She hands me a letter and I nearly faint. He wrote to me? “To: Aurie at the Midnight Protectors Pack. From Mason at Midnight Moon.” Lucy forces me to bring it to my nose and sure enough that’s the smell. I laugh right out loud, remembering that it was his favorite snack, so much so it became mine too. I can’t even recall how many popcorn fights we had, there were so many. Popcorn strings at Christmas, popcorn balls.

“You know Ethan and his beta Damon.” “I’m not sure when the last time I saw you boys, but it has been a while!” Jax laughed. He was the definition of a silver fox. Peppered hair with a sleek black suit on. With all the rings and necklace, he just screamed money and danger. “I was hoping to run into you. It seems my invitation to Luna Grace’s Lunca ceremony got lost in the mail.” Ethan had stood up already. “My apologizes. I didn’t realize you would want an invitation. Please know that you are more indeed invited. It is next weekend. My sister Callie will email you the details.”

Sweet Pea Guun stood up, hands resting on the table, looked at her and asked, "Writer?" “No no no, no.” Lemon didn't know why Sweet Pea Guun suddenly asked like that, and was a bit flustered, hunched over to him, running away like a ghost, "Sweet Pea Guun, it's time, I'm off to work!" Sweet Pea Guun guessed that Lemon must be a reader of Brene Brian, perhaps he was on the internet sharing pictures of massage chairs, Lemon speculated whether or not he gave it.

I leaned back, closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them, I found Mason staring down at me. His expression wasn't cold anymore—it was hungry. A blush scorched my cheeks. "You like it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I do," I stammered. "What’s the secret ingredient?" "Amaretto," he said. "Apricot and bitter almond. It cuts through the darkness." "It's perfect," I said, holding his gaze as I used my thumb to wipe a fleck of foam from my lip.

A message from Jazmine: "Coleman is dead. Took poison rather than surrender. But we lost forty percent of our people. The survivors want you to lead them." Derek showed the message to the others. "You should go back," Tamara said. "Your people need you." "You need me more. Coleman sent his best killers after us. They have something called Project Godsend." "What's that?" "Jazmine says it's designed to kill Lunar Blessed. To kill you, Tamara." The boats moved deeper into the jungle. With each mile, Tamara's connection to the seal grew stronger. But unlike before, it didn't hurt. The fifth seal had prepared her body for this. She was ready.