Novel & Cerita Missy Saloon

Oh babygirl, you picked the wrong one today. "Bonjour! My name is Chelsea and welcome to C'est l'amour. Do you have a reservation or are you by yourself?" she asked in a tone where she thought to be as sweet but it was vile. "Are you blind or just dumb? I'm with my woman. I have a reservation under Ren" he spat at her. I held in my laughter when the girl's smiling expression fell to a frown in an instant. Ren grabbed my hand and raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "Are you going to show us to our table or stare at us all night?" he asked her in a bored tone.

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.

I assumed by Caleb saying mate that the door man was a wolf too. “Oh. I’m so happy for you Mr. Richards. Enjoy your evening.” Sal says as he opens the door to let us in. Caleb left go of his hold and allowed me to enter through the door first. The lighting of the restaurant was dim, and the wall sconces gave off the soft light that filled the room with candles on each table that flicked with the slightest breeze. Couples filled the tables and looked all engaged in conversations as they enjoyed their evening out. The smell of delicious food filled the air as we walked in closer to the dining room.

The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator. “Angeli, what kind of bachelorette party is this? Ate Angie and Ate Kara didn’t come... Don’t tell me you’re leaving me here too?” Angeli didn’t answer. The elevator opened on the sixth floor, and she dragged me down the dark hallway. “Martha... Don’t waste this moment, okay? It’s just one night. One chance to score with someone else. After this, you won’t be available anymore. Don’t miss this chance, and just make this night amazing.”

“Thank you for your trust, Mr. Daria. I’m looking forward for our partnership in the future.” “Of course, your deisgns are cool and I was not mistaken when I chose your company. It’s nice having a deal with you, Miss Sandoval.” Then, they shake hands and after that, Mari get her things and walked out of the restaurant and went to her car. She smiled, breathed heavily. “Alright, you have a lot of work to do by next week, Mari.” she said and sighed. She drove her car towards the church and she didn’t even notice that she was being followed by Yin. She parked the car and went inside the St. Claire Parish.

“That didn’t answer my question.” Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?” “Twenty seconds,” Dad replied. Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.” “Did you drive?” “No. I walked.” “Alone?” Her green eyes narrowed. Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.” “Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.” “I know how old you are.” “Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”

Kaden said. I grinned. “You love me.” Missy poked her head into the training hall, not at all phased that it smelled like a barbeque gone wrong in here. “The girls are asking if you are down for shopping she said,” she said, completely ignoring Kaden. “We were thinking of stopping by the human town to have fun.” “I think my feet are welded to the ground,” I joked. Missy waved her hands. “The guys are insisting on coming along. We can just get Kaden to carry you on his back.”

When I got to Mira's city, it felt like stepping into something new—lighter, brighter. Our future was here. The life we'd build, side by side. We bought a place. Cozy, clean, a little classic. Everything inside—every piece, every frame—we picked together. Made it ours. After work, we filled the city with laughter. Busy streets, quiet parks—every corner started to feel like us. For the wedding, Mira and I wanted the same thing—timeless, a little modern.

"Can I help you with anything?" The tinkle of the wind chimes signaled his arrival, but the silence that followed was deafening. I looked up and locked eyes with Emmett, his gaze tinged with sorrow. I fought to keep my composure, my face betraying nothing. "Looking for something in particular?" "Josephine, I've missed you so much..." "If you're just browsing, take your time. We're swamped today, but check out our latest designs over there." I gestured to the side and bent back to my work, snipping at the loose threads and reminding myself to keep pushing forward.

She paused, clearly letting out a long breath before asking softly, "Where? At the reservoir about three miles from our place, or…" Actually, I was about 900 miles away, in my hometown. On the way back to my car, I ran into another angler, and raised a hand in greeting. "Yeah, that's the one," I mumbled, giving a vague, dismissive reply. Her tone immediately softened. "Then I'll come pick you up. Let's have a proper talk." I frowned. Had Christina hit her head today? She'd never spoken to me so gently after getting mad at me before.