The Mist Netflix Novels & Stories

His dream would never include me, but I would like him to find his own happiness. I wished the same for Misty, except I knew that she was too far gone. Her only hope was that she would move as far away from me as possible, and even that was unlikely. I didn’t think there was any way to save her from the dark path she was on. “Keep talking, and I will rip out your tongue.” Landon growled. “I would like to see you try.” Misty didn’t flinch even when Landon wrapped his hand around her throat.

I feel like this every time they fight cause I feel like it's all my fault. [Mom, I'm not alone. I have employees here, a secretary and many others. Besides, if the company loses money, that's my responsibility. For real though, until now you still don't trust me? I already proved to myself that I can do it on my own, that I don't need you by my side anymore. I'm not a little kid to watch over.] [Do you want to convey to me that because you are old now you don't need me anymore? That I'm no longer useful to you Elthon? Will you just forget the sacrifice your daddy and I made?!]

“I wanted to have a word with you, but it looks like you’re really busy.” He pushed her off his body roughly, panting by the time he’d turned to me. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and I noticed the way his eyes refused to meet mine. “I—I’ll take my leave now.” The brunette beauty stuttered, pulling her dress over her body as she picked up some files on the table. I chuckled, watching her fidget with fear, the sound of Elijah’s zipper ringing through the space. “Ms. Thorne,” he ran his tongue over his lips smoothly, while his lover shut the door behind her in a resounding thud. “I’m sorry…. About what you saw. It doesn’t happen frequently.”

"Ma'am, your son's medical test results are out, and he has only malaria and a fever, which I assume is due to the rainy season and bad weather. You should ensure his room is kept clean, and we have a hospital-recommended mosquito net to give you for free." Sighing in relief, Miranda smiled at the doctor, who was a middle-aged man, and replied, "Thank you, Doc. Oliver has a mosquito net at home. Maybe he doesn’t remember to cover it when sleeping." "Isn’t he your son?" the doctor asked, and Miranda gave a nod. "Yes, doctor. He’s my only son, and I gave birth to him in this clinic." "That's fine. I will prescribe his medication for him now, and you should always ensure to check up on him at n

Because Aling Myrna is upstairs and I'm making clothes for her. "What's the movie title again?" Dylan asked me while browsing movies on n*****x. "Seasons. They say it makes you cry." I answered him. We are actually here in my room and we are going to watch a n*****x movie because we haven't been sleepy for a while so we agreed to just watch it. Dylan went down for a while to get some juice and snacks. I peeked at Sky in the other room and saw that he was sleeping soundly.

“So what do you want, Alpha?” I let the silence drag for a moment. The fire crackled in the fireplace, soft and sharp. “I have an offer for you,” I said finally. She frowned. “An offer?” “Yes. You’ll stay here, under my protection. You’ll have food, shelter, safety. In exchange, you’ll serve as my mistress.” Her expression froze, then twisted into shock and disgust. “Your what?” “You heard me.” I met her gaze steadily. “I could have killed you, but I didn’t. I’m offering you something better than death.”

LAUREL MITCHELL: PRIME SUSPECT IN STORM CAPITALS HEIST. She hadn’t even had time to defend herself. Everything happened so fast. One day she was sitting in a corner office reviewing investor portfolios, and the next, she was being interrogated, hounded, followed. Cameras outside her apartment waiting to catch a glimpse of her, the thief. Journalists digging through her past. Friends turning their backs. The same people who toasted to her success at company parties now whispered behind closed doors, convinced she had pulled off the perfect corporate theft. But she hadn’t. God, she hadn’t. She was framed, she knew it with every fiber of her being. But no one listened. No one ever did. And so s

"Let's damn talk!" "No!" she shouts, trying to pull the wire but he was stronger. "I swear I'm reporting you!" "Let's damn talk! I swear I'm not going to do anything else! I just want to clear this misunderstanding!" The lady looked like a lion, with her messy hair, and a charging face. Why did he think he was beautiful last night? Maybe it's the lighting. "Please!" he had to say. She chewed on her lower lip before letting go of the wire. Then she looks sideways, to avoid seeing his damn thing. Yes, they were still both naked.

After Jayden found me, I couldn't eat properly nor sleep peacefully. Sometimes, I blame myself for watching a lot of gory movies during my free time, and I end up having this kind of dream. It's Regina's fault since she's the one who enjoyed watching those movies, but it wasn't her fault that I made a stupid mistake. I felt like someone was following me whenever I was outside, and just waiting for me to be alone so they could stab me in the back. I know, I'm being too paranoid, but what can I do? Jayden's last remarks shake me to my very core.

She wondered to herself, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window across the dining table, looking out into the glittering night skyline of the city. She closed her eyes, and for a moment there, the world felt like it was spinning, and she had no control over it. But then she opened her eyes and everything slowed down again. Vinnie could hardly believe that she had actually done it. She had chased after a man looking for a mistress and willingly offered herself up. And now, here she was. She was now a mute mistress in exchange for money, in exchange for a chance to leave her old, boring life behind and have a new, more interesting and intriguing life. Something someone like her could only dre