Buenas Noches Amada Mia Novels & Stories

Brenda, the maid, quickly prepared Lord Bryan’s favorite dish and hurried up the stairs to Mia’s room. “Here it is, miss,” Brenda muttered as she entered, finding Mia lying face down on the bed. Mia immediately sprang up, her body aching slightly, though she masked it well. The discomfort between her legs was hard to ignore, but she forced herself to stand straight. “You’re done?” Mia asked, extending her hands for the tray. “Yes, miss,” Brenda responded quietly.

Relief filled my best friend's face as she saw me and her eyes watered. We were far apart on the line and couldn’t speak until later that night, when they released us all to mingle as we waited for who the Revillon man called, Madam Claire. “Marissa,” Kezira called the fake name the queen had given me as she clung to me in a tight hug and cried softly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here now, it's going to be better" I said as I held her face and tried to get her to calm down.

“What are we thinking, then?” Lucia sighed. “Apparently, while I was unconscious, some housekeeper changed my clothes. Not Adrian.” Mia let out a dramatic groan. “Ugh! I imagined a whole scene for nothing.” “Disappointed much?” Lucia teased. Sarah shrugged, amused. But Mia was genuinely bummed. “Of course I am! Where’s the drama? The romance? The mystery?” she lamented. “Imagine him slowly unbuttoning your shirt and—” “MIA!” Lucia shrieked, swatting her hand away as Mia demonstrated by stroking her cheek. “Don’t you dare!”

Theo replied “Mia” She muttered “Ok Mia….what song do you have for us” he asked, staring intently at her “Ermmm……’Real friend’ by Camilla Cabello” “Okay…fire on” She smiled and started singing; she was already at the chorus part when Nicki stopped her “Erm…Mia….are you ok….you seem nervous…” She stated “Yea…just a bit” Mia replied glancing at Aiden “Ok…you gat a very good voice but you need the confident, just try again and let’s see what you got” She smiled

She smiled. --- The first night Elara was gone, heavy rain pounded against the penthouse windows. It was raining cats and dogs — thunder rumbling, lightning flashing. Kai missed her though and he sat on the couch watching a football game replay. Man Utd vs Arsenal. “Why does Amad always do that?” He scoffed. Then, he heard a knock and went to get it. Mia showed up at the door unannounced, soaked to the bone, wearing a tight dress that clung to her body. She was shivering or pretending to Shiver. Whatever.

“Good. I’ll see you in a bit.” After he left, Mia walked over to the dresser and picked up her phone. She absentmindedly scrolled through her notifications until one message from an unknown number caught her attention. She frowned and opened it. This is Elena Blackwood. I’d like to meet with you this evening. I’ve already made dinner reservations for 6:00 p.m. I’ll send you the location shortly. I’d really appreciate it if you came. Mia stared at the screen. The warmth she’d been carrying since she woke up slowly drained from her face.

Jaxon’s fingers softly caressed Mia’s cheek, and he studied the girl’s face with both of his palm until their eys met back. Mia is frustrated because she has an absurd thought and is unable to tell Jaxon because he will laugh and think she is insane. Jaxon could see Mia’s eyes were trying to break their eye contact, making him even more wondering what she was thinking. “Tell me, Dolcezza?” Jaxon started again with a softer tone. Mia appears to be having difficulty swallowing her saliva, and in the end, the girl musters the courage to express herself. “That woman,” Mia began, but her words paused, and she bit her lips at the part that Jaxon touched with his thumb, showing that he listened to

Harper foundation—The New Era of Innovation. That slogan used to be mine, or something close enough. “She took everything,” I whisper to the empty room. “My clients, my people, my light.” The silence answers back, heavy and cruel. The door opens behind me. I don’t turn. Her perfume reaches first—familiar, expensive, dangerous. “Adrian,” Mia says softly, “you’re still here.” Her voice is the one thing that can still find me through the noise. I glance over my shoulder. She stands by the doorway in her black coat, hair falling to one side.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

Romano started to say but as soon as I opened the front door to the Mansion, my eyes fell on a woman sitting on my couch, munching popcorn while laughing at a video on her phone. Mia. Almost at once, I whirled around to face Romano. "What the hell is she doing here?" "Hey, Luciano!" Mia squeaked on hearing my voice then ran over and wrapped her arms around my frame, pulling me into a bear hug. "I've missed you, Amore Mio." Me? Amore Mio? Now, what the actual fuck?