Sora Mha Novels & Stories

He walked off to the bedroom, leaving her standing there with his release dripping down her thigh. Sora Robbins, twenty-eight years old, stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror. The woman looking back at her had beautiful dark hair, full lips, and soft, generous curves that men on the internet called “goddess-like.” But in her real life, those same curves were weapons used against her. She didn’t know how much longer she could survive this. --- The next morning at Blackwood Corporation, Sora tried to bury herself in work. As a senior assistant in the marketing department, she was good at her job — organized, quiet, and reliable. But today her mind kept drifting.

Me: I knew I could count on you, Son. Me: By the way, fuck you Toney. Jackson: so… is there a body? I smile, looking over at Sora whose hand keeps flanneling, sure looks visibly upset. Me: A certain, black haired girl with white streaks at the front of her hair. Toney: You mean your manager? I chuckled, Toney always the great comedian. Getting contracted under Sora wasn’t sheer coincidence or pure luck. I don’t have those, unfortunately. I pitched with the company I worked with to make sure she got hired and made her my new acting manager, while the old one was still in “recovering”.

“Your Luna is a smart woman. I'm afraid I have underestimated her in so many ways and so many instances.” “Annora is a strong, smart woman. Her wolf may not be as strong as it should be but she has so many potentials in her. Knowing from looking or even hearing is one of them. You don't want to know, Lord Kairel. But that's not all.” “What happened next?” “Then she looked at me—” Sora explained. “She looked at me and told me I could do a good job of getting closer to you while finding out about the truth behind your coming back.”