Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Birthday Forgotten Novels & Stories

he said "Thank you, it's so beautiful" I said "It's great that you liked it" he said I smiled at him and looked at the bracelet , it's so beautiful I don't want to take this off. He acted like the old Sylvester now and it gives me hope that he'll remember me anytime soon I just need to wait but not that long cause 2 months is approaching I need to do something that will make him remember me.

What if- "For the love of dicks and ice cream Bailey snap out of it!" Mira huffed in annoyance, her hands gripping my arm to shake me out of my caging thoughts. "I- I swallowed and looked down at my wrist. "I think I forgot it at home." Mirabella's brows furrowed in confusion before her eyes lit up in understanding. " Oh that, girl I thought you saw Medusa and got frozen into place." "Medusa Mira, really?" Katrina snorted, her eyes rolling.

What if- "For the love of dicks and ice cream Bailey snap out of it!" Mira huffed in annoyance, her hands gripping my arm to shake me out of my caging thoughts. "I- I swallowed and looked down at my wrist. "I think I forgot it at home." Mirabella's brows furrowed in confusion before her eyes lit up in understanding. " Oh that, girl I thought you saw Medusa and got frozen into place." "Medusa Mira, really?" Katrina snorted, her eyes rolling.

Once Iris either miscarried or broke off the mate bond, they would demand a fortune in exchange for 'protecting the family's reputation' and 'granting forgiveness. Lilith would become the new Luna. Evander would take half the money. After hanging up, I sat motionless on the couch for a long time. Eventually, Ronan walked over and placed a cup of water in front of me. "Mirabel, thank you." The tears I'd been holding back all day finally fell. "I'm sorry. "In my previous life– "No. In that dream, I couldn't save you." He stared at me for a moment. "You silly girl.

It was the first time since I'd known her that she'd spoken so cautiously. I played dumb, swirled my wine, and took a small sip. "What do you mean?" I blinked in mock confusion, my gaze settling on her fingertips, which were drained white from the tension. I smiled. "We're engaged, so of course we get along." Instead of easing up, Janet grew more nervous. She pursed her lips and looked down. "If, just if, one day you get your memory back and realize that I'm not the fiancee you remember, what would you do?"

I would just have to go out on faith. Bellamy brought me back to the suite here at the castle because we both wanted to sleep after all the crazy shit that went down. “Oh, no. The pack run. I can’t believe I forgot about it,” I said pulling the shoes off my tired feet. Bellamy chuckled and pulled my dress and bra off for me. “We had a lot going on, and your fathers postponed it until tomorrow night in celebration of Luca and Beatrice. He’s going to go insane. He really likes her.”

The silence was so loud I had to make sure the call hadn't dropped. "Antonia?" "I'm here," she said. "I'm just... processing." "Take your time. I've been processing since the lift." "Carmen." Her voice was very careful now. "Are you telling me that you went to that nightclub to seduce a fashion executive, accidentally slept with a footballer who happens to be your ex-boyfriend's biggest rival, and you're just now finding out?" "Yes." "And the plan? Mirabel's plan?" "Gone. Dead. The plan is finished."

“Brandon, where are you?! Don't you think you forgot something important? Answer! Today is Tábata's birthday, have you forgotten?” Brandon's expression changed with Crystal's words alone. How could he forget that day that was so important to them? The birth of Tábata, when did it happen? "What's wrong, Brandon?" Enrique asked when he saw the change in him. "I'm sorry, Enrique, I have to go." Brandon said, taking his jacket. A laugh was heard from him before he left. "Did you forget that Tábata had a birthday?” Annoyed and not exactly by Enrique's words but by the reason in them, Brandon looked at him.

Diane's already moving, her bare feet silent on the rug, and I see it now—the cake on the sideboard, twenty-something candles turning the frosting to lava, the banner strung across the mantel that reads HAPPY in letters I can finally read. Birthday? The word doesn't compute. I stare at her, at the flush in her cheeks and the way she's looking at me like I'm something precious she just remembered she owned. The date swims up from somewhere deep and useless—June something. June 6th. Christ. "I—" My voice cracks. I haven't said my own age out loud in years. Diane reaches me, her palms cool against my jaw, her thumbs pressing into the hollows beneath my ears. She smells like vanilla and matches

“You better do.” The call ended immediately. ***** At a Bar… “Cheers to the birthday girl!” Mirabel shouted excitedly as she raised her wine glass toward Molly. But Molly barely reacted. “Molly!” Mirabel called again loudly. “Huh?” Molly blinked and turned toward her. “Why are you shouting my name like that?” “Why wouldn’t I?” Mirabel frowned dramatically. “Do you even remember today is your birthday?” “I know.” “Then why do you look like someone attending a funeral instead of a birthday party?” Mirabel asked. “You’ve been moody since morning.”