Dimension W Mira Novels & Stories

Dante stared at his bruised arms and walked away suppressing the pain that wrecked his shoulder. ************ Mira stepped out of the bed her pussy throbbing from the pleasure. Her pussy had swelled up and it was a result of the good sex she had. Damon had stepped out to get something for her from the kitchen and she had just been sitting on the bed doing nothing. Mira walked to the Mirror and stared at herself, the reflection of herself the mirror gave her made her pussy throb.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

She glided through the red sand, kicking it to the sides as she made her way through. “Wyren, do you have an extra glider?” asked Craya “Yeah, I do” she replied “Ok, I think this is a good time for Jude to learn how to use one” she said I wondered…... “Wait Craya, teleportation doesn’t work here?” I asked “Nope, the base is an unconfigurable reality, wild. That is why we love it, '' she replied. Wyren handed me a rolled up leaf and I threw it to the ground. It opened up and hovered a few inches from it. The leaf-glider was rather huge; I’d say about 5 feet in width.

Mira didn’t laugh. Back upstairs, Aria found herself in the middle of a wardrobe she’d barely explored, watching as Mira flipped through hangers like a general preparing for war. The maid finally pulled out a navy dress, form fitting, knee length, with a plunging neckline and long sleeves. It was simple, elegant, and undeniably made to turn heads.

wrongness. "There," she whispered. "It's not on the beach. The true Darius—he's not even fighting." The realization hit them simultaneously. While everyone fought the duplicates, the real threat was elsewhere, drawing power from their distraction. Miranda began gathering specific artifacts—a crystal that seemed to pulse with moonlight, a dagger with runes etched along its blade, a small vial of what looked like liquid darkness. "We'll need these," she said. "Weapons that exist between states, just like a Mystic."

Her tone was sweet, but her golden eyes gleamed with fear. Rowan hesitated, his voice low. “No. Dorian said… Mira’s been dead for three winters.” “Dead?” Voss’s brow furrowed. “Impossible. She’s hiding, trying to guilt us. You know how dramatic she was.” He didn’t answer. The silence pressed between them like fog before a storm. Voss sighed, feigning sympathy. “That must be it. Mira’s still angry over what happened three years ago. If she refuses to help, then fine—maybe I should turn myself in to the Elders.”

Mira. She was older than Lyra had expected from the node data—seventy at least, with white hair cropped short and kind eyes that held the wisdom of two thousand years of survival. Even in this terrible place, even after everything, she sat with her back straight and her chin raised. Fighting. Always fighting. "Mira," Lyra breathed through the door. The woman's eyes snapped open. She looked directly at the window, directly at Lyra, and smiled—a smile of recognition, of hope, of someone who'd been reached in dreams by a boy she'd never met.

Mira was wearing one of his polo that barely cover her ass. My chest tighten at the sight, but I quickly mask it with a graceful smile. Varek glance up at me, his mouth part, eyes wide open like someone who had just seen a ghost. Mira glance back at me too, her brows furrow slightly. “You’re glowing,” Mira said sweetly. “Though I always thought Lunas were meant to look regal, not like they’d just crawled out of someone’s bed.” She turns towards Varek. “Don't you think?“

“Two days, my dear.” Mira cringed. Two days? After the torturous memory of her parents death, all she could see was darkness. She'd been that way for two days? She swallowed again. “And Lira?” Theresa smiled. “Your mirror is fine. She'll be here any minute.” Mira let out a relieved sigh. “I’m sorry. I panicked… I panicked and I thought I ruined everything.” “Oh no!” Theresa shook her head. “You don't have to apologize, darling. I'm just glad you are awake now, and that's all that matters.”

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?