Miss Time の小説・ストーリー

“Why are you denying me, Marissa? And what happened to you? What is this? You coming here and…” “Do you think you are good enough to kill my shine?” I asked, my tone cold and tight. “What?” He blinked. “Ten years ago, the Marissa you knew died, Tristan. So let me warn you. I will make this short and quick. I am no longer on your level. Do not ever imagine that I would acknowledge a riff raff like you again. And stay out of my sight if you do not have a death wish, because I could do far worse things to you than you can ever imagine, Tristan Vance.”

She took a peek at the wall clock above her and realized that she had actually lost count of the time. It was already past dinner, and according to her assumption, desert should be served at that particular time. She wondered why her grandmother is yet to send for her when on a normal, she would have blast Alice’s head with reasons why she should never miss any of the food gathering, even if she is alone. Alice made her way to the adjoined bathroom in her room and cleaned her face. She then used a clean white towel to dab on the face before she changed into a pair of t-shirt and a mummy jeans before she headed for the dining area.

In three years, he had never once cooked for me. So that was what love looked like. I wiped my tears, hung up, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out the door. I didn’t look back—not at the apartment filled with happy memories that I had clung to for far too long. At the airport, just before boarding, I got a message from Lucien. “Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?”

We are just actively, trying to completely reclaim our own independence. Exactly one entire hour later, a completely loud, and entirely obnoxious knock echoed through my apartment. I opened the door to find Missy standing there. She was, already dressed in a completely tight, glittering silver mini-dress that caught the hall light every single time she breathed. She held a completely massive, and entirely half-empty margarita glass in her hand. She had fully, delivered on her promise to arrive with the necessary alcohol. We actively spent the next chaotic forty-five minutes doing our makeup.

I watch it disappear down the street. And for the first time in a very long time, The absence of someone feels more noticeable. Later that night I’m lying in bed when my phone buzzes. Mark: I’ve Landed. I stare at the message for a moment before replying. Me: Good. Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then appear again. Finally another message arrives. I Miss the view already. I smile faintly. But the thought that follows surprises me. Because the view isn’t what I miss.

If yes, continue. Sir/Ma I am making a very BIG ANNOUNCEMENT on Monday by 3pm prompt to few people I respect and admire so much, and you are one of them. I am counting on you to be there to hear it in person. Sir would you make out time for me on Monday by 3pm? (Keep quiet and wait for answer). If no you respond... No problem sir. I was really counting on your presence. Bye If yes, That’s awesome sir. I knew I could always count on you. Thank for making out time for me. See you on Monday Bye.

“Mr. Maddox was pulled away at the last minute and won’t be in at all today.” “Oh,” I mumbled for lack of anything better to say. She looked horrified. “Can you come back tomorrow at the same time?” she asked, her voice hesitant. I sighed and nodded my head. “Sure, is everything okay?” I asked, genuinely concerned for him. She smiled. “He’s fine. Just one of those meetings that tend to pop up at least once a week. I’m truly sorry. I’m usually more on top of things. I don’t know how I missed it.”

"Just let me know when." He studied her for a minute. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little, oh, I don't know, disturbed about something." Misa had pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Just a little distracted is all. Sure. That sounds great." "Maybe this weekend? I'll have my next forty-eight hours off then." She nodded, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She was actually going to spend some private time with this sex god.

Causing Aramina to smile. "Come, we have a movie to see," he said dragging her into the fog she was already getting used to. **************** “I'm sorry ma'am, this account has been frozen, you can't access it." The lady at the customer service said. Grace looked in shock, she had gotten so used to using the card that she had not bothered to know its source. "Ok. Thank you, can I have the card back?" "I'm sorry again ma, but we have to hold onto the card until the account issue is resolved. We will give you a call if you can drop your contact,"

[CAYDEN] My head is fucking spinning. And not the good kind. Is there even a good kind of spin? I woke up crying. I dreamt about my mom, although I couldn't even remember what it was about. Is it possible to miss someone you've never even met?