Novels by Mira Writes

Lyra povI wished I had stayed.Moon goddess, if I had known this was how it would end up, I never would’ve stepped out of that car. Never would’ve let Vincenzo’s cold hands replace Marcello’s fire. Never would’ve believed him when he said I was safer with him.“Why are you doing this to me, Vincenzo?” My voice was shaking, raw like something had clawed its way out of my throat. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t wipe them. What was the point?He didn’t answer.Didn’t even look at me.Just sat on the edge of that ratty mattress with a cigarette balanced between his fingers like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He brought it to his lips slowly, took a long drag, and exhaled as if I hadn’t spoken at all. The smoke curled into the air between us, a ghost of silence.“Vincenzo.” I stepped closer. My bare feet scraped against the dusty wooden floor. My voice cracked. “Talk to me.”He turned his head halfway. Not all the way. Never all the way.“Shut up, Lyra,” he muttered, the w

Marcello povI just don’t need anyone’s permission to confront Vincenzo. The thought of him with my woman for days gnaws at me like a relentless itch that I can't scratch. What stings even more is that nobody seems to acknowledge this – not even my godfather, who usually has a finger on every pulse in our circle.I sat in my worn leather chair, the surface cool against my skin, twirling a pen between my fingers as I flipped through a pile of reports and memos. The words blurred together in a haze of frustration; my focus was lost, consumed by the infuriating image of Vincenzo laughing and whispering sweet nothings in the ear of the woman I love. It had been days now, and the silence surrounding this betrayal was deafening, amplifying my anger.With a sudden burst of irritation, I tossed the papers aside, the scattering sheets creating a chaotic scene that mirrored my tumultuous thoughts. The shuffling echoed in the quiet room, a sound that felt as heavy as the weight on my chest. My g

As the music swelled and laughter filled the hall, my throat tightened. I kept my eyes down, but I could feel him.His presence was like a fire beneath my skin, drawing me in, pulling me toward him even when I knew I shouldn’t look.But I did.I risked a glance, just one.And I caught him watching me.Across the glittering room, past the nobles and silks and chandeliers — his gaze was locked on me.Not Valerie.Not the noble alphas or their perfect mates.Me.It was brief. A flicker. A ghost of something unreadable in his eyes.Then it was gone. He turned away as if it had never happened.As if I didn’t exist.Still, my pulse thundered in my ears. My grip on the tray tightened until my knuckles ached."Stop staring," I muttered to myself. "He doesn’t care. He’ll never care."But part of me whispered what if?What if that flicker meant something?What if he saw me — truly saw me — for just a second?A crash jerked me out of my thoughts. A noble had bumped into a servant, sending wine c

Claire povI watched the unfolding romance between Vincenzo and his visitor, Lyra. There was something undeniably magnetic about their connection; Vincenzo had this way of drawing her into a conversation that made it impossible for her to resist. He never allowed a moment of silence to linger between them, always eager to reassure her and pull her closer into his world.As I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes pressed against the peephole, I could feel the electric atmosphere of their exchange: laughter mingling with soft whispers, the warm glow of the dim light casting shadows around them. Suddenly, I felt a gentle but unexpected touch on my arm. My heart raced, and I froze in place, the urgency of not wanting my brother to notice sending a shiver down my spine. I inhaled sharply, my breath hitching in my throat as I carefully turned my head to see who had approached me.It was Cassandra. Her presence was both alarming and oddly comforting. I could see her striking green eyes glimm

Vincenzo povI couldn't help but grin as Lyra's hips swayed to the music, her waist twerking seductively on my laps. The confidence she'd gained since being with me was intoxicating, and I was drunk on the sight of her. My hands wandered, tracing the curves of her body as she moved, sending shivers down her spine.As she spun around, her sparkling eyes locked onto mine, a playful glimmer dancing within them as she raised an eyebrow in curious inquiry. "Who was that?" she asked, her voice husky and throaty, barely rising above the throbbing beats of the music that enveloped us like a warm, intoxicating embrace.I couldn't help but chuckle, fully aware of the subject of her intrigue. "Marcello," I replied, my voice low and smooth, each syllable dripping with a calm confidence.Lyra's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity morphing into a hint of panic. She attempted to scramble off my lap with a flurry of limbs, but I quickly pulled her back, wrapping my arms around her waist with a ge

Marcello pov"Rebekah!!" I bellowed her name again, the sound ricocheting off the plastered walls and mingling with the cacophony of laughter and music in the air. Frantically, I swept my gaze across the crowded room, a sea of unfamiliar faces blending into a blur as I searched for that one familiar figure. With each passing moment, the rising tide of panic washed over me, my heart pounding like a frantic jackrabbit trapped in a snare. I cried out for her once more, my voice laced with urgency. "Rebekah!!"Driven by a force beyond my control, my feet propelled me forward, weaving in and out of clusters of partygoers lost in their own revelry. The pulsing rhythm of the bass thumped heavily in my chest, and the idle chatter around me faded into a dull, disorienting hum. Desperation clawed at my insides, tightening its grip with every heartbeat. Where was she? Why wasn't she responding to my calls?I navigated through the throng, feeling the warmth of bodies brushing against mine, the sc

Aria’s POV: The door creaked behind me. My blood ran cold. *Shit.* Had he caught me? Every muscle tensed. I turned, a slow, agonizing pivot, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. My eyes scanned the doorway, dreading the silhouette that would shatter this forbidden moment. But there was nothing. Only the empty frame and the dim, silent hallway beyond. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, the air shuddering from my lungs. Clutching the vibrator like a stolen relic, I crept forward and pushed the door open wider, leaning out to scan both ends of the corridor. *Empty.* It was just the wind. Just the old house settling. Or perhaps it was my own guilty conscience, manifesting as a phantom sound to torture me. A nervous, relieved laugh escaped my lips, the sound thin and shaky in the quiet. I stepped back into Kade’s room and shut the door, my back pressing against the solid wood as if I could barricade myself inside. This was it. My one c

While Keisha and Ivy were having fun… Aria’s POV: I waited. And waited. Ivy still hadn’t replied to my text, even after I’d responded to her voice note. The clock ticked later into the night, my eyelids growing heavier by the second. With a sigh, I dragged the blanket up, curling onto my side, my back to the door. Just as I fluffed my pillow and sank into the mattress— *Click.* The door creaked open. I jolted, twisting around to glare at the intruder. “It’s me,” came Rand’s voice, hushed, his face half-hidden in the dim hallway light. “Sorry to disturb you.” *Again.* I clenched my jaw. “You could at least *knock*.” “Thought you were asleep,” he said, shifting awkwardly in the doorway. “Didn’t wanna disturb you.” I scoffed under my breath. “Like you don’t disturb me every other day.” “What was that?” He leaned in, brows furrowed. “Nothing,” I snapped. “What do you want, Rand?” He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “Just grabb

Ivy’s POV: My hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft curves of her hips as I yanked her flush against me. The softness of her body sent a jolt through my veins—*God, she felt good* Keisha’s breath hitched, lips parting in silent invitation. But I didn’t kiss her. Not yet. Instead, I dragged my tongue along the column of her neck, slow and deliberate, letting the smudge of chocolate from my mouth stain her skin. Her pulse leapt beneath my lips, wild and frantic. “—Ugh—“ A soft, broken moan escaped her. I nipped at her throat—hard—just to hear that gasp again. Then I sucked, biting down until her skin flushed red, until her fingers twisted in my hair, tugging. “Ivy—“ Her voice was a whisper, a plea. “You started this,” I growled against her heated skin, my hands sliding down her back , beneath her shirt . One deft flick, and her bra came undone with a *click*. Her breasts spilled free, warm and perfect in my palms. I shoved her shirt up, wasting no tim

Ivy’s POV: The second shot burned just as much, but this time, I didn’t flinch—just hissed through my teeth as liquid fire pooled in my chest. Keisha smirked, already tipping the bottle for another. “Slow down,” I muttered, but she just laughed, tossing her braids over her shoulder. “You’re cute when you’re trying to be responsible.” She smirked, squinting her eyes. I rolled my eyes but didn’t stop her when she slid the next shot toward me. The liquor was doing its job—my limbs loosened, the tight coil in my shoulders unwinding. *Maybe Keisha had a point.* The gnawing worry from earlier had dulled to a whisper. By the fourth shot, the room glowed with a hazy warmth, and I was giggling at nothing—or maybe everything. Keisha leaned against the bar, bottle still in hand, her dark eyes glittering as she watched me. She was definitely halfway gone. “You’re blushing,” she announced, jabbing a finger at me with a grin too wide to be sober. “No, I’m not.” The de

Ivy’s POV I shoved my books into my bag and stood with a faint smirk. “Same time tomorrow?” Lucas leaned back in his chair, watching me. “Same time, same place.” “Yeah, whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes—though I almost smiled as I pushed open the café door. My first tutoring session with Lucas was actually tolerable. Barely. Not as bad as I had imagined. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Although..right now, I had better plans. My girlfriend lived across the city, and I’d promised to visit as soon as I got back to campus. Maybe even stay the weekend if she didn’t kick me out first. The bus stop was quiet, just the hum of distant traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves. I leaned against the pole,scanning the area until— *Beep. Beep.* Probably my girlfriend. I smirked, ignoring it. Surprising her was half the fun. But then my phone kept going off. *Beep. Beep. Beep.* Annoyed, I yanked it from my bag, ready to send some vague, teas

While Ivy was dealing with her shady tutor, Aria found herself locked in a silent battle—her thoughts relentlessly circling back to Kade.. Aria’s POV: The moment Kade left the doorway, I slammed the door shut, pressing my back against it, my pulse hammering in my throat. Slowly, I slid to the floor, the broken plate fragment clutched tight against my chest. I lifted it, turning the jagged edges between my fingers. *Why did he even give me this?* I thought. But deep down, I knew. I knew he gave me so I’d never forget, so I’d keep on reliving what had happened earlier. And *fuck* it was working. The memory hit me like a fever—his hand gripping mine, guiding it down the hard planes of his chest, lower, *lower*..before letting go. Leaving me burning. “Next time, I won’t stop.” That voice—dark, teasing, *dangerous*—curled around my thoughts like smoke. The way he’d looked at me.. like he knew exactly what he was doing. Like he *wanted* me to break. And God, I wan