Murphy X Mitzi 소설 & 이야기

An elderly short, plump woman with thin hair and a permanent scowl, pointed a finger at me. My mouth went dry. They truly believed this. They believed I was a curse? I caught sight of Beta Tobias, a stocky man with a scar that ran down the side of his face, sneering at me as if I were nothing more than dirt on his boot. There was no mercy here, no hope. Only venom, coming from everyone around me. He took the floor next, his eyes glinting with a smug satisfaction. “For too long, we’ve allowed a significant number of omegas to live here and today one of them reminded us just how unfortunate they were.”

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

When she saw me, she chuckled, “Don’t be so shocked. I understand how crucial it is for you, and especially for the mafia. It will help their morale.” When I gazed at her, I thanked my lucky stars that she was in my life. I grabbed hold of her hand and kissed the back of it. “I don’t deserve you,” I said. She giggled. Our moment was ruined when my phone rang. I wanted to murder Ben. I answered the phone. “What?” I asked. “Boss. I found Harmony. She is at the intersection of 4th and Main. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes. I dont know if she would be with a... client.” He said, panting. I think he was running.

"Mr. Wendell, I'm grateful to you for helping me just now. But I don't understand why you would specifically like to cooperate with our company. Our company isn't big and famous in Cornview. You can choose a better partner." "Ms. Mitchell, you can call me Murphy." Murphy thought in his heart, 'Sure enought, Jean has always been very cautious about everything!' "Okay..." "Can I call you Jean?" "Of course." "Then I will answer your question. Do you remember that we have actually met?" Jean smiled, "Of course. It was in a mess, but your appearance was just too impressive." Murphy couldn't help but be happy, "I'm glad that you praise me! You also impressed me that night."

She too quickly got down on her knees. "What happened Niyati? Please tell me, yarr. I can't see you in this condition", Mitali said getting upset. She hugged her while crying and spoke, "Today, when I was coming to class, I saw Gauri and Smaran sir together in the staff room. They both had each other's hands. She also hugged Sir. I think maybe the two have patched up", Saying this, she started crying more loudly.

Murphy called out, waving enthusiastically. I smiled, mouthing a thank-you as he plopped into the seat across from me. “There are rumors,” he said, not missing a beat. I feigned ignorance. “Rumors?” He leaned in like he was spilling a state secret. “That you were seen walking in with the boss. That he drove you here. That you’re his… *mate*.” He studied me hard. “Tell me it’s just gossip.” I tilted my head. “What do you believe?”

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

A friend's accident, a teacher looking for trouble, a broken cell phone, a tummy ache on your period, your sweetheart is not around . Mu Zi flipped through her cell phone address book and scratched to Murong Cheng's name, her fingers hanging in the air, hesitating. If you call over ...... to tell him that she misses him, will it look like you are very pretentious? Mu Zi is always reserved, shy to declare her feelings. Just hesitating, the cell phone bell suddenly rang, coincidentally Murong Cheng's call. He often call her, but this time, Mu Zi full surprise. Answered the phone, the two casually chatting about what they ate today, what they did, no nutritional topics on the tip of the tongue

Sensing her unabashed stare, Murphy turned his head slightly and asked calmly, "Miss Claire, is there something wrong with my clothes, or is there something on my face?" Her eyes widened. "You're from the Sinclair family, right? Your name is... what was it again?" "Murphy Sinclair." Just then, the elevator doors slid open. Murphy stepped inside without hesitation. Claire followed him in, barely containing her excitement, her words tumbling out quickly. "That's right--it's you! I saw you yesterday. You looked incredible in uniform." "Thank you," Murphy replied, reaching out to press the floor button. Suddenly, his hand was grabbed.

"How soon can we meet? I can't believe this." Mr. Morton stood quickly, obviously desperate to escape the room full of grieving women. “I'm sure we can accommodate you tomorrow. Check in with Melissa on your way out. She can set you up with an appointment and we’ll go over everything.” He turned to Harper’s mother and rested a big hand on her shoulder. “Again, Mitzi, you can't know how sorry I am about all of this.” Mitzi didn’t acknowledge his words before he left the room for the family to try to process what had just happened. Harper looked around at the devastation her daddy had left in his wake. She had a sudden feeling of foreboding that her life was about to take an even more unexpect