Young Miss Novels & Stories

"You know, he still doesn't know you exist. However, it doesn't matter anymore. "We're doing just fine." I could not help but laugh, nodding with enthusiasm. It was then that I finally grasped the weight of Emmett's sigh from the time I insisted on joining him in Twilight City. The studio was thriving, and I could not wait to share the good news with Chloe. She texted back instantly, showering me with congratulations and promising to drop by soon. Then, one day, an unexpected visitor walked into my studio. "Can I help you with anything?"

I noticed that there was a new student in our classroom, so Professor Grace called him up front to introduce himself to the class. "Hello everyone, my name is Harry Barriere, I'm 20 years old and I'm still in the third year of high school because I never made a point of studying law, just following my parents' orders." She said and gave a smirk. "Okay, thank you very much for the introduction Mr. Barriere." Professor Grace said and the boy sat in her place, it was the last chair in the room. "Very good, now in our class we have an even number of students, today we will start a work in pairs, the pairs will be drawn to work on your communication." She explained and started writing about the w

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

Her fingers were a little shaky, but her voice was soft and brave. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I… I can answer.” Everyone looked at her. “My name is Missy,” she said, twisting her fingers under the table. “I’m nineteen. I love drawing and singing a lot. I don’t… have a boyfriend.” She paused, as if expecting someone to laugh or scoff or roll their eyes. No one did. Even Enzo stayed quiet now. “I live with my mom,” she finished. “Yeah. That’s… that’s it, I guess.”

His hand went lower, cupping my ass and earning a soft gasp from me. “Let’s go to the restaurant,” I said, pulling away and hurrying out of the room, ignoring the pulse between my thighs. --- When Michael said he was taking me to the best restaurant here, I expected something extravagant. He had a knack for showing his wealth. I didn’t expect a cozy, small restaurant that was half empty, with a small woman who had kind eyes. “Mikey!” Her voice rang out. A genuine, soft smile appeared on his face as he bent down to hug her. She was so small compared to him that the hug looked awkward, but she had the brightest smile.