Novel & Cerita Dimension W Mira

Just awareness. And a voice echoed through its heart. A whisper of Mira’s final words, buried in old code: > “If she survives all of us… then she’s not the weapon.” > “She’s the world.”

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?

But then her fingers lingered, tracing the curve of Mira’s spine. Wren moved in front of Mira, her soapy hands gliding over Mira’s small, perky breasts. She worked the soap into Mira’s skin, her thumbs circling each nipple, making them pebble and stiffen under the cool, slick pressure. “You’re so fucking lean,” Wren murmured, her eyes on Mira’s chest. “But these are perfect. So responsive.”

Cecil turned to look at Aldrin “Do you want to go in and discuss? I will wait.” Mira struggled to hold a straight face and walked to the room Almera was laughing her head off. “Do you have another design?” Aldrin asked curiously. “Yes. But it will be ready only in another week.” Mira pursed her lips “I was going to discuss with you after the sale of this one.” “That’s okay.” Aldrin waved his hand; He didn’t care. He was curious. “The problem is it..” Mira paused “The stand is a bit big, and I will need a big wagon to bring it in without spoiling it.”

I replied then went to the open arena. The open arena was barely occupied. Few people were decorating the walls and poles with flowers and fancy lights while the Disk Jockey was setting up his equipments. Some group of young men were arranging the long plastic chairs into rows while a group of women were busy cooking few steps away. There were some guys lifting and dropping cartons of alcohol from a truck while the aroma of fried chicken was all over. I kept rolling my eyes from one direction to the other, soughting for a clue. All the faith I had in my father's diary will be worthless if the meeting doesn't hold as alleged and then, my suspicions were confirmed. Razzi was walking hand in ha

she greeted, her smile was bright as the sun above the sky. Mira flinched in surprise and looked at her. "You really want to kill me do you?" she said then laughed quietly. Mira was beautiful. She has beautiful blue eyes, blue as a cloudless sky and long lashes that cast shadows in her cheekbones. Her cheeks were rosy white and freckles lined up in her long pointed nose making her look like a goddess. Her lips were full and rosy pink like the flower. She also has a nice complexion that really compliments her features. Her hair was curly like vines and she tied it up behind her head. Strands of curly hair escaped in her ear and strangle down, flying in the wind. She looks very beautiful, she

Mira answered Mekhi with a sexy smirk playing on her lips, batting her long thick dark eyelashes at him, and Mekhi knew instantly what she wanted. And hell, for the information on this USB, he did not mind doing what he needed to do for it. Mira was a petite, sexy woman with long jet-black hair and a tattoo of a tiger wrapped around her upper right arm, with piercing green eyes. Mekhi did not mind at all. They quickly paid and left to spend the night together, and the next day she told him to give her a few days to work her magic. The next day, on his way back to his community, Mekhi thought of Sacha and recalled last night, he had made passionate love to Mira, hoping to forget about Sacha e

“What is it?” I stepped forward, hesitant but determined. “I know it might sound ridiculous, but… I saw someone. A man. In my mirror this morning. Grey hair, stormy eyes, but not old. He wasn’t just a reflection either—he was there. Staring at me. And then he just disappeared.” Aurora’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw it—just a flicker, a shift in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised. “Mirrors,” she said slowly, “aren’t always what they seem. Especially not to someone… awakening.”