Yuno X Mimosa Novels & Stories

Xanne: Close the door. Kimora: (Coughing and gasping for air she manages to choke out the words) Yo..u already..did...puta.. Xanne: All the way. The same way you did leaving me and your supposed love of your life stranded for the last I don't even remember how long, did you get my note remind me how long was it? (Placing one hand in his pocket and leaning backwards with his other hand charging would appears to be an iridescent purple flame. His hair covering his right eye as he towers above her staring down at her menacingly)

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Xyla was unsure whether she should laugh or cry. She typed another comment, shaking her head helplessly. “Just play the way you normally would. You don’t have to keep the buffs for me intentionally. Whoever needs them can take them.” “Yes, I agree with everything you said,” Lin wrote. “Xyla, I’m a fan, and you're the woman I admire the most. You’re the kind of person I want to be,” Momo wrote. “Thank you,” Summer replied. “It’s getting late, won’t Stanley stop you from playing?” Bao asked.

"Scarlett." ******

WILD IMAGINATION. XOXO

I say as I race to catch up to Brooke. “Bye, Mom! We’ll be back soon!” Cyrene says. “Don’t go too far, Iniko. You’re getting close to your first shift,” she calls out. “We’re just going to the mountain,” I call back. “Go, Kiko, go!” Cyrene says, encouraging me to catch up to Brooke. I love that Cyrene is nine years old and still calls me Kiko. She’s the only one who does. It’s just like she still calls Cal Calgon. No one cares to correct her because she’s Cyrene.

He pushed the folder to her, which made Mariko grin. Mariko opened the folder and frowned. Project X. Mariko saw a picture of a 4-year-old kid wearing an overall pink jumpsuit with long white sleeves underneath while holding a white bunny plush toy. She's like a living doll, with her hair tied up into two buns. Her chubby cheeks were pinkish, and her skin was as white as snow. She was smiling, which made her eyes twinkle. But in her profile, there was nothing written, only her name and her age.

She asked. “No just me”. Xayne replied. “That’s right, I was wondering why two, so you’re Xayne Cruz?”. “Yes I am”. “And you?”. She inquired staring at Celeste. “Celeste Moon”. “Were you born in outer space?”. She asked. “No…”.Celeste asked staring at Xayne. “Not to worry the tequila hasn’t kicked in yet, am always curious, well I am Mirabel but call me Mira”. “Noted, nice meeting you Miss or Mrs Mira”. Xayne inhaled heavily.

She just smiled and greeted them properly, but then she forgot most of their names afterward. "Well..well finally I can meet Mrs. Lee' Migo approaching them "Yil, this is Migo. One of my closest friends," "Nice meeting you, Migo. I'm Yillan Yoon," She greets him and Migo extends his hand for a handshake "I think I know you... You’re kind of familiar, by the way," Migo seems curious and confused. "Yes, I think I saw you at the school festival swimming competition? The one in the pool? If you remember it?"