Dimension W Mira Novels & Stories

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

"We don't fight fair, Alora." "How's she doing?" We both look up at Mira. She's walking into the ring with an easy smile, looking at the blood and dirt that covers me approvingly. "She's a good fighter. Good endurance and agility," He nods my way, "But she plays fair. Assumes everyone else does too." "Aiden's right-you don't have the brute strength of a werewolf, or even alycanthrope of your age that's grown up as a Wolf," Mira crosses her arms and regards me carefully, "You need to use every advantage you can get."

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.”

the man asks, his euphemism for more aggressive measures hanging in the air between them. Mira considers this for a moment, moving to the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of Seattle's skyline. In the reflection of the glass, her expression is contemplative, almost academic in its detachment. "Not yet," she decides. "Ms. Dawson is a connection to Lucas Arden—one we may find useful if other approaches fail. But make no mistake," she adds, turning back to face her associate, "she has become a variable in our equation. And I do not appreciate unexpected variables."

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

She told me to stop hovering over her like she was about to disappear. I laughed and it came out wrong with too much behind it but it was real. I told her to stop making it look like she might then she closed her eyes again. The line of her mouth had changed slightly and I held onto that. Dawn came through the high windows of the healing chamber with it being grey first and then pale gold. Mira's convulsions had stopped two hours ago and her breathing had steadied. The color in her face was not good but it was better than it had been at midnight.