Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Birthday Forgotten Novels & Stories

Fingers trembling, I unfurled them to see if she’d written anything inside. Enzo, read the first. The next said, Dear Enzo. Then: Happy birthday, Enzo. One had begun with a giant two and a three, done in bubble writing. I smiled sadly at that. I’d not seen bubble writing since I’d Marla had been a teenager. She’d had a real penchant for it. Of course, Scarlett had only hazy memories from her more recent years. Perhaps, to her, bubble writing was still cool. I ached for her. I’d been such an idiot to leave her alone.

That voice was familiar—how could she forget someone she once loved? "Hello‚ Alpha Mendez. It’s been a long time. Last I saw you‚ you were just a boy‚ still learning to stand on your own. Now look at you.. " "Nobody asked for your life story! Who are you‚ and what do you want?" Mirabel snapped. Alice chuckled. To her‚ Mirabel was just a child playing pretend. "So what if you’re alive? You’re just a ghost from the past. Get out of here and stop ruining my reign!"

I changed into the beautiful dress Anabelle had picked for me and when I looked at the mirror, all I could see was a beautiful princess staring back at me. Blossom had insisted on wearing the same colour of dress with me and I had obliged. The birthday party was really going well and everything was well organized. My attention was called to cut the cake when I heard guy call my name from behind me. I stood there startled for a while trying to remember where I had heard they voice from and then he called me again by my full name MIRABEL. It was that same voice that made my heart beat and made me have butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't believe my ears, or was I hearing things. I turned shar

"Sigh, I don't know why I was disqualified. I mean, I did my best, I was even better than some of the people that were qualified." Mirabel said with her head lowered. Currently, she and Oliver were taking a night stroll back to her house after dropping at the bus stop. Oliver couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for shattering this young girl's dream but he just couldn't help it, to have her he must make sure his plan goes according to order.

" Amanda, today is my birthday and you did not even call to wish me well. Did I offend you? Amanda shouted, "oh my dear, I am really sorry. I forgot. I think I have to come and celebrate with you. Please, do not be angry with me. Happy birthday to the world best sister and friend. I love you. I will be there soon." Mirabel smiled and replied, "I love you too. I was so surprised that you forgot that today is my special day. This is your first time of forgetting my birthday. I am waiting for you. You tell your father that you won't be coming back today. That will be your punishment for not remembering that today is my birthday."

She landed at her grandmother's chamber when she got to the palace, and sank into the couch. “What is the matter, Mirabel?” Phoebe asked with trepidation, when she saw the deep despondency in her eyes. “Grandma, I'm losing my mind. Alfred fixed our wedding date for tomorrow. What do I do?” Grandma Phoebe became euphoric at once, and responded, “Wow! I have prayed for this moment. Congratulations.” Mirabel was not surprised at her reaction, but she gave her a questioning look. Then, her grandmother continued, “Go to your chamber, and do nothing but take a beauty rest. Leave the planning for us.”

REBIRTH OF ESMERALDA . Chapter 10: echoes of the past . The morning sun painted warm, golden streaks across Axel Gunner's bedroom as he sat at his desk, his laptop open in front of him. He had set a reminder on his phone for today, a special occasion that he couldn't afford to forget. Even if he wasn’t going through thoughts of what had happened the day before. It was Ariana's birthday, Maribel's daughter, and Axel had a surprise in store for her.

In my fourth year trapped inside this oceanfront villa, a notification suddenly popped up on my old tablet. A memo had synced from the cloud. The title was “The Choice I Made at Eighteen.” It was a journal entry I’d saved to the cloud ten years ago, back when I was still in high school. In it, my younger self had asked hopefully: “Is it worth giving up the chance to train in Paris so I can stay and help Michael Grant build his company?” Every word showed just how hopelessly devoted I’d been to him. I stared at the screen for a long time before slowly lowering my gaze. My eyes fell on my feet. They’d been shattered beyond repair, leaving them permanently twisted and deformed. Just a

The words inside glowed with a faint blue light this time: Camela, Do you remember your twelfth birthday? The cake, the dress, and how you cried when no one showed up? I was the only one who watched. I’m still the only one who watches. Blow out the candles, little dove. Wish for safety. It won’t come. Her breath caught in her throat as she whispered, “He remembers…everything.” Vincent growled back, “He doesn’t remember. He rewrites.” But Camela's legs gave way and she dropped to her knees in front of the bed. “It’s real. That birthday was real. He’s using it against me,” she responded.

There was no need for us to talk again. My thoughts lingered on the idea of my birthday. It would be coordinating with the masquerade. Ironically they'd be both on the same day. I would soon turn eighteen. It's the ideal day to be united with Camren. I hope he does propose that night. The sooner I am queen... The faster I can rub it in Edith's face. I'm getting out of this small- back- water pack! I didn't notice as my eyes closed for a quick nap...