Dimension W Mira Novels & Stories

Easier said than done. --- Mira crouched behind a rose bush, holding a notepad stolen from the Duke’s office. She had drawn a ridiculous chart titled "Distance vs. Emotional Contamination." A maid peeked over, concerned. “My lady… why are you hiding in the garden with measuring tape?” “Science,” Mira said solemnly. “Vital experiments. Please, carry on.” The maid bowed awkwardly and fled, muttering something about eccentric nobles. From the balcony above, Adrian’s exasperated voice drifted down.

Their eyes met across the battlefield. “You’re too late,” Mira called, her voice echoing like thunder. “The storm is mine. The world will be reborn—free from Council lies, free from Vein shackles. Free of weakness.” “You’re the only one shackled!” Aria shouted back. “By your obsession. Your pain!” “I’m beyond pain,” Mira said, stepping down from the altar as the core above it began to spin, forming a vortex of silver and black. “I’ve become what we were meant to be!”

Don't thank me for accuracy. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Mira had almost smiled. Not the almost — the real one. Her own version of it, which was Kade's almost-smile and something Zara did not have a name for and something entirely Mira's own, all three simultaneously in the specific way of a face that had been formed by multiple inheritances and was entirely itself. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Mira looked away shyly as her hand was still hung in his neck. “I am no gay” he kissed Mira. “I am driving with my wife”. Craig raised his hand in surrender and drove off. “Where do we go from here?” Mira asked, rubbing his hair. Gerald placed his hand around her waist. “I don’t know baby, anywhere with you I want to go”. Mira smiled and led him to her car. “You are still driving this car” Gerald smirked. “Yes, and that’s not all. I can drive now”. She winked at him.

"We will kill them in no time. Just stay put. Okay!" "That would have been the case, but—" Mira looked at his team members fighting. "But I think we have a bigger problem here." "What?" Creed got confused by her reply. " What do you mean ...?" "The one we fought, which took Mateo by his jaw, was almost 3 times bigger than these two..." Mira kept looking in a particular direction. "I think the bigger one is still lurking somewhere around us !!" Hearing this, Creed's pupils shrank ... He looked in the same direction where Mira was looking. Sweat appeared on his forehead.

Mira exhaled “The Whitmores are Davina’s parents. They left after her death and now they are back in town after four years of extorting from us... I mean from Zane.” “Davina!” I stared and she nodded her head. “Who is Davina? I’m lost.” I muttered anxiously. “Davina was our former Luna or should I say, Zane’s dead mate.” Mira declared in a hard voice. “Ooh...”was all I could utter.

Lord, i don’t even know if it would be appropriate to open my mouth and speak, so I stayed mute like a fool until she went back to her chair and sat down MIRA I am the heir to my father’s company, the only child, and a girl, I couldn’t let it be given to one of my mother fucking cousins just because I was who I was; a female, so I rebuilded myself, not mainly because of the company or whatever, but I always wanted to be masc anyway, and God blessed me with the height that spoke volumes, and commanded fear to everyone of this imbeciles that was under me Sorry for the language, but not sorry I stand a height of 6’3, and it got all the fishes craving for me, including the fishes in the departme

"Three days," Mira said. She was standing in Lena's chamber doorway with a schedule for the coming week in one hand and an expression that suggested the schedule was no longer entirely relevant. "The Red Moon is three days away. Earlier than expected. The court astronomers revised the calculation this morning."

You are the first of the next. --- Mira died on the winter solstice, as the witnesses gathered for the longest night. She was sitting on the stone bench, her hands on the silver flowers, her eyes on the horizon. The witnesses found her there at dawn, her breathing still, her face peaceful. The gold and silver flowers around her pulsed with a light so bright that the garden seemed to hold its breath.