Novels by Mira

Sophia’s POVA complex network of emotional warmth and affectionate bonds filled the hospital room alongside muffled laughter sounds. The walls which once stood as sterile cold barriers now embraced the comforting presence of my family—our family. The monitor's steady beep became a distant hum beneath the hushed voices and the tiny surreal weight cradled in my arms.Noah.People whispered his name and marveled at it repeating it endlessly as if speaking it aloud would somehow solidify the reality of this moment. Noah Alexander Richmond. Our son. My eyes fell upon him where his minuscule fingers gripped the blanket fabric which enveloped him securely. His delicate features combined with a soft pink skin tone and tiny lips that remained slightly parted created an intricate image as he slept soundly against my chest. The newborn possessed Alexander’s nose alongside my lips while sporting an incredibly thick mane of dark hair unmatched by any infant I had seen before.My father abruptly

(Alexander’s POV)A sudden scream from Sophia pierced the silent bedroom air and abruptly ended my sleep. My eyes burst open and my pulse raced uncontrollably while I turned to see her clutching her belly with her entire body trembling. Her face contorted by agony twisted upon itself while her breath emerged in uneven ragged gasps.An ancient and fundamental terror gripped my being.“Sophia? My voice emerged roughened by sleep yet upon witnessing the sheer panic within her eyes I became fully awake.She emitted another sharp cry while curling inward and clutching the sheets as if they were her sole safeguard against falling to pieces. A-Alexander she whimpered her voice barely a whisper. It’s—oh God—it’s time. ”Time.The word sent a jolt of electricity down my spine. This event did not represent yet another misleading signal. This was happening.I launched myself from the bed reaching for my phone with one hand while my other smoothed back her damp hair. Hold on baby. Just breathe—”

(Sophia’s POV)An unsettling quiet enveloped the house, disrupted solely by sporadic fireplace crackles and the steady tick of the antique clock. The snow-covered streets outside transformed into a shimmering spectacle under streetlights creating an artificial winter wonderland. A turbulent storm brewed within me.I adjusted my position on the couch while a dull ache spread through my lower back causing me to grimace. An incessant discomfort had persisted throughout the day which prevented any genuine relaxation. My hands moved without conscious thought to cradle my belly as I sensed the subtle movements of life inside me. The baby exhibited unusual activity levels that suggested he sensed his imminent arrival.Alexander positioned himself next to me while his watchful eyes followed my actions and each of his movements displayed a silent worry. His hand stretched toward a pillow which he then awkwardly positioned behind my back.“Better? His voice was low, soothing.A deliberate breat

(Sophia’s POV)The external atmosphere presented a sharp quality infused with pine essence and the aroma of newly deposited snow. An unnatural winter wonderland emerged within the grand wedding hall where magic and reality blended into an ethereal realm. Golden fairy lights hung across towering Christmas trees lining the aisle while their glow reflected on crystal icicle decorations suspended from the ceiling. The white-carpeted aisle's edges hosted flickering candles that projected a dreamy haze across the breathtaking scene. The atmosphere carried an intricate blend of cinnamon roasted chestnuts and subtle vanilla notes which emanated from the towering white and gold wedding cake that stood proudly at the hall's distant end.In the bridal suite before a majestic mirror I stood while my hands lay upon my swollen belly and I observed my own image. The dress I wore transformed into a winter dream—an elegant long-sleeved lace gown adorned with intricate snowflake embroidery along its sh

Sophia’s POVThe wedding hall pulsed with energy creating a tangled disorder as people rushed in every direction ensuring each detail found its place for the upcoming major event. Florists positioned extravagant bouquets featuring ivory roses alongside gold-dusted lilies and crimson orchids upon the grand tables. The decorators busily fixed shimmering silk drapes to the ceiling while their golden threads gleamed under the crystal chandeliers. A delicate melody unfolded in the background as an instrumental love song version played which immediately caused my heart to ache with nostalgic longing.From my distant corner seat I observed events unfold before me while Valerie sat beside me displaying complete disinterest. Everyone else engaged in frantic movements to double-check and perfect every ceremony element while I remained a mere observer."This situation is intolerable," I whispered while awkwardly adjusting my position in the chair.“Are you referring to the act of sitting down an

Sophia’s POVWhen the woman entered the room an unnatural silence descended as though a heavy curtain had fallen. All dialogue ceased while utensils remained suspended in mid-motion. My breath caught in an unnatural pause when I beheld her presence.The reality of her presence defied my initial expectations.The woman before us appeared entirely different from the youthful seductive image tabloids crafted in their grainy misleading photo. She existed as an older woman whose grace manifested through silver streaks that ran through her impeccably styled dark hair. The eyes she possessed showed intelligence and discernment yet bore the burden of experience instead of the playful mischief I had once envisioned. She displayed the sophisticated grace of a self-made empress whose presence demanded immediate respect upon her entrance into any room.I swallowed hard my stomach twisting with guilt.In what ways did my actions reach such levels of foolishness? How could I so readily question the

Victoria’s POVThe rumor about the miscarriage, along with the sadness for the royal heir gone, spread like wildfire.The entire palace seemed to accept it. Everyone except me.Something just didn't feel right.I stood by my chamber window with my hands clasped behind my back, looking out onto the courtyard. It had rained, and the stones were gleaming under the morning sun. Some maids walked across the courtyard with baskets in hand, whispering and glancing at rooms above.It has been three days since she supposedly fell and lost that child everyone called a blessing from the Moon Goddess. The healers claim she is improving, and Adrian is standing vigil over her like a mourning husband. The rest of the palace just lapped up the tale, as always.Not me.I know a lie when I see one. After all, I've told innumerable ones and can make out the sight of one with scorn.I turned away from the window and walked over to my desk, expressionless. The report from the council and border patrol lay

Lila's POVThe days after the council meeting dragged and dragged. The palace became so quiet, but it wasn't peaceful-not really.It was that kind of awkward silence when everyone pretends things are fine while they are not. Every hallway I walked down had whisperings drooping behind me. Servants would hushed stop talking right as I strode past them. Guards bowed down super low with their eyes looking at me like pity mixed with respect.Everyone knew it now.Everyone thought I carried the Alpha's child.At first, I could manage. I could fake it until I found the strength to say it out loud. As weeks went by, the lie started becoming heavy and crushing.Guards were accompanying me wherever I went-two were standing on my door, two others followed me going to the gardens, even going to the healer's place for checkups-there they were. They were meant to guard my safety, but that just reminded me I was stuck in the trap I made myself.They have been looking at me like I will give birth to

Adrian’s POVThe grand council hall was too quiet that morning.I sat at the head of the long table, my eyes focused on the papers that were before me. I had not slept since our return from the diplomatic visit.Victoria sat beside me, perfectly held in her posture, calm in her expression, as if this meeting were nothing but ordinary business. I knew better. When my mother kept quiet, it usually meant that she was prepared to strike.The council members murmured on the other side of the table. Ethan sat stiff and pale beside them, his eyes darting nervously between me and the door. Marissa was thankfully absent.Lila stepped in as the heavy door creaked open.The murmurs intensified.She walked slowly, she looked like her soul had taken from her… and in a way she was going through some spark killing experienced. She bent slightly at the waist before taking up her seat at the far end of the hall.My chest tightened at the sight of her. I had not looked into her eyes for days; even now,

Lila's POVI could barely make it to my room.My maid Clara was so taken by surprise , her mouth opened , her eyes flew wide open in horror, she loosened her hold on the basket and it fell to the ground."Oh, Lady Lila!" I cried, hurrying to her side. "You're—you're white as a sheet! You just can't stand at all! What's the matter? Did you faint or anything?""I'm fine," I stuttered, struggling to get hold of myself. My lips were parched. "Just dizzy from the ride, that's all."Clara didn't know what to do with this. She dragged me out of bed, taking my arm. She hardly touched me, but that was more than I could bear. Clara frowned at this, but I could muster no more than a half-dead smile in an attempt to placate her."You were outside. You must rest, my lady. You cannot tire yourself in your condition."My condition.The words cut me like a knife. I tried to laugh, but my lips went through the motions of opening and closing without a sound. I shook my head slowly instead."I'll sleep

Lila's POVMorning came far too fast really.I sat with one hand on my stomach and the other clutching the test results, shaking fingers refreshing that all-too-familiar reading: Match confirmed.Sophia's donor.It was me.Every time I closed my eyes, I could see Adrian saying, "Don't donate." I begged him for days, but Adrian told me to wait since he was still looking for a donor. He didn't want me to donate because I was carrying his child. But little did he know, I didn't care about him and even the baby.I had made my mind the moment I saw the test result; I just hadn't uttered it to anyone.There was a soft knock at the door. One of the maids was young and kind of scared."Miss Hayes," she whispered, "I have news."My heart jumped. "What is it?""The Alpha and the Luna Mother went to the borderlands for a meeting. The guards think they’ll be gone for a few days."I stood frozen in my spot. "They left?""Yes ma'am. Right before sunrise."I took a shaky breath. With Adrian and Vict

Lila's pov I slowly opened my eyes, waking up to yet another day in the hospital.My fingers quivered as they brushed across my belly. The baby was still there . I felt so good, almost to the point of tears.Then there were voices outside the curtain."...Luna is getting worse," said one healer in hushed tones. "Her body is not responding to the medicine."My heart froze.Sophia.I tried to listen."They said the cancer has spread very fast," another voice spoke hushedly. "Her platelet count is low. We checked almost everyone in the pack for a match, but so far no luck.""That does not leave her a good chance," the first healer continued. "Without a match..."I continued losing them, but I knew well the end of it. My sister was on her way to death, though.And here I was, doing nothing.Sophia needed someone.I swung my legs over the bed and held onto its edge for balance. I was shaking and weak, but I knew what I had to do. I kept imagining my sister's face.There was just no way sh

Mia’s POV “Open up.” I mumbled as I rang the doorbell to my friend’a apartment. Lena opened the door in her typical after-work clothes tight tank top, shorts, which revealed her fit legs and flat stomach. Her dark hair was dishevelled, and as though she had just run her fingers through it. 'Mia? Your eyes are puffy. You good? What happened? she said, and gave me a hug. She smelled of lavender soap and hospital antiseptic, which always made me feel secure. “The usual,” I said to her , and went in. Her room was small yet comfortable, and the doors to the balcony were open. I opened the wine immediately, and poured it out into wine glasses. I went out with her into the balcony, where there were two chairs facing the city lights. It was hot as a blanket around us and I kicked off my sandals, and could feel the cool tile at my feet. We drank and chatted--or, to be more exact, I chatted while she listened. 'He's such an asshole, Lena. Blames me all the time, that I am not a good person,

Tyler’s POV I could not look away, and my cock was now rock hard and was pressing against my jeans. Jordan sat beside me, his breathing coming a little heavier , but his hands remained on his thighs, and he was watching as well.I moved nearer, my knee touching his, and I touched his thigh with my hand, slowly squeezing as my cock hardened and twitched in my jeans so much iy began to hurt. “Jordan,” I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it. Jordan looked about my face, and slowly drew nearer to me. “This does not chan

Tyler's POVI banged the door of the apartment more than I intended, and the noise reverberated along the silent corridor. It was too early, far too early, for me to leave the bar where I worked but following that message sent by Sarah, I could not hang around wiping down counters and smiling at drunks. 'It's over. Don't call me.' That's all she said. I took off my shoes and went straight to the fridge and took a beer, hoping to drown my sorrows. The cold bottle was pleasant on my palm, but it did not accomplish anything with the knot in my gut.'Tyler? That you?' The voice of Jordan from the living room, seated on the couch , his laptop on his lap. 'Dude, you look wrecked. What happened? Shift that bad?'I unscrewed the top of the beer and made a long gulp, leaning on the counter. 'Worse. Sarah dumped me. Over text. Said it's over and to not call.' The words were bitter, as to make it true. I sat down in the chair at the kitchen table staring at the label coming off the bottle.Jor

Sarah's POV I couldn't sleep.I crept out of bed in my tank top and shorts, and walked down the hall to the room of Alex. I gave it a slight knock and pushed it open. He sat on the bedside, half: naked, scrolling his phone. 'Sarah? What's up? I thought you said you were going to bed.” “It is storming,” I said, and hugged myself. 'I'm scared of sleeping alone. “Can I... stay here? Just for tonight?' My voice was small. He dropped his phone, nodding his head. 'Yeah, it's fine. Come on.' He crept up, clearing his large bed. The linens were disarranged, and it smelled of him--clean soap with a touch of his signature perfume, a musky and seductive scent. “Here.” He said, tossing a pillow towards me.I got into it and lay on my side, with my back turned, trying to get my breath. The thunder was again heard, nearer. My mind wouldn't shut off. It brought back those dirty thoughts of mine I had tonight I had suppressed, but being so near to him and seeing his naked chest brought them back

Sarah's POVIt was a few minutes past 10 PM, and I was adding milk and stirring a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. The house was too quiet with Mom and Dad gone on their two week vacation, they left this morning . I was too lazy to cook, although I felt hungry enough to eat a whole hockey team.The door opened, it was my step brother, Alex."Hey, Sarah," he said as he stepped inside. "Long day?" I asked. "You have no idea," he said,opening the fridge for a water bottle. "An old truck came in just when we thought we would close for the day." He said as leaned back against the counter. His eyes went down quickly for a moment, and then I suddenly realized my tank top was a little too loose and revealed too much. I felt a little conscious about that, but I kept focused on my cereal to avoid making the situation more awkward than it needed to be.When I stood back up and looked at him, he was definitely staring. His eyes remained on my boobs for a split second before he snapped

Alex’s POVThe sound of the door locking behind Sophia as she stepped into office was louder made me look up. I was late working, stressing on my shoulders. Sophia, my sister-in-law, 22, was the forbidden fruit I had always wanted to eat, but I was scared, she was my sister in law.'You look tired, Alex,' she said rather quietly and intimate. 'Let me help.' But before I could ask what, she went to the door and locked it.'Now lay down,' she said, pointing at the couch. I did so, with my heart going crazy. My dick was already semo-hard, which pretty much goes on to explain how much I'd thought about her since I saw her fucking my adopted daughter that one time.Sophia stood right over me, opening my shirt button by button, and now as cool air brushed against my chest, she dragged it down into my skin and pinched my already aching left nipple. I made a noise because the sharp feeling went straight to my dick. 'Damn, Sophia,' I said. The other nipple got pinched, and it stood up hard.