Novels by Mira

Alex’s pov "Urgh," I sighed from boredom as I sprawled on a couch at the basement.Jordan, my stepbrother came shirtless down, wearing basketball shorts and holding two beer bottles. "Hey, Alex. Already bored?""A little," I said as I sat up so he could use the couch."Cheers to boredom then," he said as he handed me one of the bottles of beer, and we opened beers while we talked about school, girls, anything random that was nothing important. But I couldn't help my looks from wandering back to him, dropping to where his cock would have likely hung-a crazy habit of mine."You've been checking me out more than usual," he said out of nowhere, in a quiet voice and serious. I froze, beer halfway to my mouth. "What? No, man." But my face became very red with heat and he laughed as though he knew everything. "That's not true. I see it." "And I've been thinking about you too. I hear you at night, jerking off as you moan my name." My cock stiffened into my jeans, and he stood there putting

Tim's POV"Tim, I know you are wondering why I invited you over to my place on a weekend, but I am noticing a steep decline in your grades." Dr.Voss said.I met her look for a second, and then I shifted my gaze. “Doctor, I know. I've just been distracted; I am so sorry. I want to improve, but I'm just not sure how.”She set the drinks down and moved closer to me. "That is why you came here tonight," she said in a very low voice. "I have an offer for you, but only if you are interested.”My heart raced. “Anything. I’ll do anything ma’am.” "Good." She said with a smile. "Tonight you'll learn all the tricks to getting A's—even when distracted.My heart drummed in my chest with the hope that it would be fulfilled... my crazy fantasy to be fucked by the same lecturer I jerked off to.“Now,” she said softly, “stand up.” I stood there and felt small under her gaze. “Take off your shirt.”I hesitated for a split second before obeying. “Good boy. Now your pants.” I unbuttoned my belt and

Rocco's POV'Fuck, that was one hell of a game,' I said, unlacing my skates, eyes glued to liams chest. He glanced over with a smirk. 'Yeah, you played dirty out there. Tackled harder than needed, almost cost us our win.' He said as his gaze fell to my semi-hard cock.I stood, moving closer, the wooden bench creaking under my weight. ‘You’re staring at my cock.” Liam straightened up, towering just a bit above me, the shorts resting low on his hips, exposing his V-line. 'Maybe I am. What're you gonna do about it now?' 'This.' I pulled him in, crashing our mouths together. I tugged at his shorts, shoving them down, his thick cock springing free, already half-hard, slapping against his thigh. He growled into the kiss. 'I've wanted this cock all season.' Both of us gasped, breathing heavily, ripping off the rest. Naked, with cocks hard and pointing at each other.'On your knees,' my voice was low, pushing him to the bench. He knelt in front of my cock. I positioned myself, holding

Jake's POV'You have been staring at me all night, Jake,' Nurse Valeria , my curvy supervisor at the private clinic where I was an intern, said, leaning against the bed rail, voice soft and teasing. She crossed her arms, lifting her breasts up.My face flushed. 'Sorry, Nurse Valeria. I was just... tired.' I looked down to the floor but felt my cock twitch in my pants. This woman was too desirable.She took a step closer, her perfume reaching my nose, something sweet and floral. 'Tired? Or turned on? I see how you look at my when I bend over.' Her hand touched my forearm, gripping me hard.I gulped. 'I didn't mean to. It's just... you're in charge, and it's intimidating.' My heart was racing. The room seemed to be closing in around us.She smirked. 'Intimidating? Good. I like it that way. Now, sit on the bed.' Her tone left no room for argument. I obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed. She drew out some medical tape—soft type—and glanced at me. 'Hands behind your back.''What? Nurse

Elias’ POVThe light was dim in the church corridor, and my collar felt like it would strangle me to death any second from now. All those years spent as a stern and authoritarian stepfather to Micah were going down the drain because things were beginning to change lately. Micah had become a 19 year old, not that skinny boy he was when I fell in love with his mother, and he was getting more of my attention because of the wrong things.It was a late evening for confessions, and Micah had stayed behind. Told him it was just to wait for him to have done the confessions so we could head home. But the curiosity got the better of me finally. I moved in close to the confession chambers just enough to hear Micah confessing his sins. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession," he began. After a pause, he went on to say, "I have watched porn. Bad stuff. Men touching. It makes me hard, and I stroke myself." I've refused to believe what went through my ear

Victoria’s POV"Luna," said a maid softly. "I think you'll want to see it."She extended a small folder. I took the folder and gestured for her to leave. "Close the door."As the sound of the door closing echoed in the room, I walked carefully to the window. I opened the folder carefully and began to read.It did not take a long while for me to understand what the paper held and its importance .It was a short file -just a few pages-but sufficient to ruin everything.Alpha Compatibility Test-Result: It showed a Positive for Alpha Lineage Traits.Twice, I read it. Thin smile curled my lips. Indeed.Lila's child carried Alpha blood.She lied it was Ethan’s child but this paper here proves that the child is not Ethan’s as Ethan was not an alpha hence he does not possess alpha blood or traits.That meant only one thing.Adrian.My son.Slowly putting the paper away, I watched as my fingers tremble, not from rage but from excitement. For a while, I stood there, my eyes gazing at the wa

Lila's POV I found Sophia in a small lounge near the library, sitting with a teacup by the window. She smiled at me. The tiredness was quite evident in her eyes."Lila," she said softly, "You ought to be in bed.""I had to talk to you," I said, shutting the door behind me.The frown appeared on her face instantly as she put down the cup. "What is it? Are you okay?" She asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice. I took time before answering, "Ethan. And Marissa."Her brow furrowed. "What about them?""They're being...nice," I said, more as an afterthought than anything else. She blinked in confusion. "Nice?"I continued, "Too nice. Ethan hasn't said a word to me for weeks, and now this sudden politeness. Marissa keeps watching me and she openly disliked me, which I was fine with- now she is all smiles and kindness. It doesn't fit."Sophia was quiet for a while, her expression thoughtful. "Do you think they are up to something?" "I-I don't know," I rubbed my hands together. "

Adrian's POVThe royal archives were the only other place in the palace where silence had been guiltless. No whispering, no falsehoods- paper moving and time humming.I wasn't meant to be there. I was supposed to be sleeping and resting for the ceremony, but I needed this- I couldn't sleep until I found a way to protect her.Lila. What her name did to me still remained unexplainable. The moment I tried to occupy my mind with alternatives- the pack's borders, the council demands that were endless, my mother's manipulations, or Sophia- my mind would drift back to her.And now, thanks to my mother and her games, Lila's life was hanging by a thread-yet again.This was the whole reason I was here, pouring through laws not even an Alpha bothered to read in years.The old texts were heavy, their language archaic, and I continued to read about omegas' rights, the protections afforded to pregnant females, the circumstances that may lead to the overturning of a banishment. I flipped the pages

Adrian's POVThe royal archives were the only other place in the palace where silence had been guiltless. No whispering, no falsehoods- paper moving and time humming.I wasn't meant to be there. I was supposed to be sleeping and resting for the ceremony, but I needed this- I couldn't sleep until I found a way to protect her.Lila. What her name did to me still remained unexplainable. The moment I tried to occupy my mind with alternatives- the pack's borders, the council demands that were endless, my mother's manipulations, or Sophia- my mind would drift back to her.And now, thanks to my mother and her games, Lila's life was hanging by a thread-yet again.This was the whole reason I was here, pouring through laws not even an Alpha bothered to read in years.The old texts were heavy, their language archaic, and I continued to read about omegas' rights, the protections afforded to pregnant females, the circumstances that may lead to the overturning of a banishment. I flipped the pages

Lila's POVFive days after Rowan gave me a letter in the garden, and I was back in my room after a walk. “I see no reason why I should walk so much.” I groaned as I climbed the stairs, my belly bump now obvious.The guards were still standing at the end of the hall, stiff as always. Everything was normal.Until I opened the door.At first glance, everything seemed fine in the room. But stepping fully inside, I saw it. Just a little bit open, one drawer of my dresser. Not enough that it would alert anyone, but I could tell that someone had been poking around.I pulled it open the rest of the way.What I found was a gap in my scarves and some notes I kept from the healer.My medical notes were missing.No one else would care about them, but they meant the world to me. The had records sent to me by the healer-such as pregnancy details, bloodwork, early notes before I got here.My heart started to pound. Who would take them?Just one name popped into my head.Marissa. So I closed th

Marissa's POV“That bitch finna drive me crazy.” I hissed. I’d been keeping an eye on Lila for weeks, and now it was becoming quite impossible to understand her—more careful, more quiet approach to life. Lately, her aura tells me that she must be hiding something serious. I already knew she was hiding something but her actions lately proved it must be something serious… something deadly!All I can think about is the night she whispered Adrian's name in her sleep. It has been haunting me every time I see her. But that bitch just keeps a calm innocent look. What business does she have dreaming about him?What does she mean by her past?And why does it flip my stomach?I’ll find out tonight.I tiptoed quietly behind the tall hedges in the garden, trying hard not to give my presence away.Lila stopped near the fountain and looked around before finally sitting. She looked worried, hand resting on her belly. For a moment, I thought she was there just to take some air, when a shadow flit

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