El Mini 6 の小説・ストーリー

That old man said from another couch. The speaker: 500, 000. A red-haired woman; 700, 000. The speaker: 700, 000 going. The old man: 2 million. Everyone gasped. The speaker: 2 million, any other bidder? Hall silent. The speaker: 2 million it is then. (A loud applause went over the hall.) "That's great," Madeline said. She doesn't stop talking until I release a bullet on her fucking skull. The speaker: The second Jewelry.

Everyone who made Camilla suffer,who brought a rift between them and sent them apart will also not have happiness. That wedding will never hold! Mirabel found herself so full of excitement. She was going to accompany her brother to a mini party organised by Justin Swaras. He was going to launch a paper processing company and invited top entrepreneurs such as Rodrigo Campbell. When she heard her brother was invited, she pleaded with him to take her along. Reluctantly, Rodrigo accepted. He said they would leave that evening. But it wasn't the launching of the company that interested her, it's meeting Jared Dickson. She had accompanied her brother a few months ago to see Jared.

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”

“In thirty minutes.” There was an exasperated scream from behind the door, and I could not help but smile. Typical brat behaviour. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Lilian standing there, arms crossed, glaring at me. She was small, no more than five-foot-two, with long dark hair and piercing dark eyes. Her skin was fair, flawless without any makeup. She wore an oversized t-shirt and boxers that looked two sizes too big, engulfing her curvy figure. Her narrowed eyes scanned me up and down before she turned her head left, then right, like she was expecting someone else. Finally, she turned back to me, leaning in closer with suspicion written all over her face.

The Alessio, the eldest of the three says. "Yes, cause there's an Aunty May here with me." I glance at my secretary who chuckles and takes a seat. "Get into the car and come see your Aunty May, okay?" I say. "Sì." They all say in unison. (yes) "God! These children will definitely not kill me." I mumble and May giggle. I roll my eyes and glance at the three little minions on my wallpaper. My three little bunch of joy.

Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

asked Rangga still with a smile on his face. Rangga wants to test Mini, whether the current Mini is still the same as the Mini when he was twelve years old, who wants to be told anything by him. "Of course you can," said Mini and immediately went to get a cold drink. Rangga who saw Mini comply with his wishes immediately smiled with satisfaction. now he can order Mini like he used to, that way Rangga can now order Mini like he used to, that way Rangga can repay Leo for bringing ten of his exes to beat him up.

Zero said. "On the contrary, I should be the one asking you. How about this? On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate my stomach's posture? Is it on par with the Korean oppa abs you watch?" Zero inquired. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Those guys with six-pack abs. You really wish you could get that validation," Zeva responded. "It's actually not a six-pack, my dear, but an eight-pack," Zero corrected. "Really?" This time Zeva was just wondering to herself, not blurting out her curiosity to Zero.

he deadpans and then shoots our guide a face with eyebrows much too furrowed to be friendly. I squeeze his arm tighter to gain his attention again. "I am surprised. This is going to be awesome." We pause as we're about to pass a mini yellow car. It's slightly larger than one of those Power Wheels cars I was always begging my Dad for growing up. There is no roof and a black stripe breaks up the yellow color from the back end, over the top, and to the front. A black circle with the number thirty-two in the middle adds decoration to the front hood and side door.