Novels by Mia

Three days later…“Champagne or wine?” the waiter asks us.I contemplate the options, taking a while to choose one.Wine or Champagne?The wine tastes very good.Champagne is also very good.Which one I choose?“We will choose white wine.” Edrien responds, tired of waiting for my decision or dealing with my indecision.I smile at him and nod.It will be wine this time.The waiter takes down the request and immediately disappears.Deep breath.I'm nervous, I can feel my heart in my mouth. Why was she? She was having an official date with Edrien. After what happened, after being close to the limit, he has paid more attention to me, he has insisted on spending time together. I love this new Edrien.He smiles at me, raising an eyebrow."That?" I emit, because I feel that I am unconsciously doing something I shouldn't."Just relax." he sends laughing.His laugh helps me with what he asks of me.It's not the only thing he's asked of me. My mother and I are still in her den. She didn't want

Time is wasting away. It is exhausted and lost.Every minute back meant a chance to save them.Aaron has done his best to send reinforcements, but they are simply slow to arrive, and as a work of mysterious fate the other five boys outside have lost their connections with us. We only know about the three of them.I am affected by nerves, my mind is clouded, no rational idea passes through it, I want to help him, I want him back. Just imagining that a bomb could annihilate everyone in a matter of milliseconds ate me away, killed me in some way.About six minutes have passed, nothing has happened, Monica seems to be waiting for something, Edrien trusts his advisor, Aaron, in some sense their arms are tied, they cannot move without the trigger threatening to shoot them. It's hard to catch her.But it baffles me that they act so peaceful. For God's sake, a bomb will explode and turn them into dust!"What will they do?" He looked at Aaron asking for an answer.He frowns, crosses his arms.

Edrien is not one of those boys who liked to go around exposing their love to the public eye, not at all, he was affectionate when alone, he never left his role as a 'serious boy with no feelings' for anyone, ever.Until now, I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, deepening the kiss. I understand why the discomfort, he was doubting whether or not to kiss me in front of everyone.He put aside his reputation for me, to show me that he did care.I focus on his lips and chasing his rhythm, I never managed it, it was very slow but wild, I would go crazy, he descends to my lower lip and bites it without stopping the kiss. That tug steals a weak gasp from me. It was already in his hands, or literally, in his mouth.He, very advantageously, takes advantage of my half-open mouth and enters his wet tongue to explore it, he knows what he's doing, he knows what I want because he brushes his cold piercing along my tongue, I hold my breath and release it in cl

Who the hell leaves the window open with the tremendous sun lurking?I question myself, covering my face with the pillow, my eyes hurt and the glare of the sun's rays doesn't want me alive.I groan because I woke up and I won't be able, no matter how hard I try, to go back to sleep. I'm lucid but the memories of last night come and go like flashes without order. I'm alone in bed and I find out something important.I'm wearing an Edrien t-shirt, I remember, but I don't know how it came into my possession. At least I have my underwear on. Does that mean nothing delicious happened last night? Yes, that and the painful memory that invades my mind.“Rose, you're drunk.” Edrien repeats between kisses, his mouth says something else. His kisses speak for themselves.It is so intense to feel him on top of me, his hands are on my sides pretending to be the sheet. She growls because I nibble on her lower lip.However, he walks away like any spoilsport leaving me wanting.“I don't take advantage

“Monica?” I exclaimed open-mouthed.It just can't be. It is absurd, impossible and unusual. How could it be her? If she also looks for the culprit.Eliécer has to be telling another of his lies.“No, that can't be it, she…” Freck gasps, stunned, just like everyone else.I cover my mouth with my hand, I can't believe it.Eliécer reiterates it.“Monica killed Aly, and that role of a friend devastated by the death of her best friend is pure theater.”Freck gasps in confusion, looks at him again, perplexed, mutters incoherently, rubbing his face with his palms, he is processing everything. He points to her.“You have proof.”Eliécer smiles at him.“I am the only witness, I saw how everything happened, now prepare to know what exactly happened…” he looks at the interrogator, “Call my brother, I will tell everything.”Edrien points at Grean and orders:“Find Monica and stop her,” he bellows, opening the door, he takes a look at me, “You, don't leave here.”A complaint remains on my tongue,

He was suffering a mini-cardiac arrest."What did he say?" through the heavens, even my voice trembled.Mom must have been very angry, my punishment when I return will be longer than a maximum sentence. Oh, I messed it up universally.“She is proud of her daughter.”If I haven't been sitting, I insist that I was spread out on the floor."As?" article in case I heard wrong.“She is proud of you,” she repeats, “of how brave and fair you are, of your guts for defending the innocent and doing justice. “She is proud of the righteousness she has as a daughter.”An involuntary smile leaves me.“He really said all that, like that, with those words.”Understand me, it is not easy to believe in that.“No, but he meant it like I told you.”He steals a giggle from me. I feel so good in his company.“Thank you, for everything, for my mother, for being here. For all." I get up and hug him, I love feeling him close, that the only air is that of his perfume and that the only sound is that of our brea