Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Gets A Gift Novels & Stories

“Aww, your gifts won’t save you next time “, she smiled, licking the whipped cream from the cake. I smiled at her like a love stricken fool. Seeing Kaira was all the therapy I needed. “Congratulations, Elizabeth and I have been watching you on Tv all day. You are so handsome “. Kaira giggled and rubbed my face. These feelings were rainbows and sunshine. I loved how colorful they made my life. I had never been this happy and I doubt if I would ever be without Kaira. “Here”, I handed her a package. She dropped her spoon and licked the cake crumbs off her lips. “What is this?, she shook it and looked at me with a blink.

She moved herself trying to sit while she grabbed the blanket to cover her body. "Andy, I know you deserve to know, but please promise me you'll try to understand." He sat in front of her and hold her hand. "I am not human, I am an Encantado," he started. "Encantado what? What do you mean you're not human? You mean to say I just made love with a monster?" She panicked. "Monster? Andy, I am not a monster! I am way far from being a monster. Yes, I possess power, I live in a magical place not visible to human eyes!

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

Bring her in! As soon as my words fell, a timid young nurse was escorted into the room by my bodyguards. White as a sheet, she stammered out, "C-Craig came to me in the middle of the night and offered me a huge sum of money. He told me to swap the babies' name tags while everyone was asleep. He was also the one who took Ms. Lovelace's biological child away... "I honestly had no idea he was cruel enough to kill his own flesh and blood! Please spare me!"

Michael accepted it solemnly and promised her seriously that he would take good care of it and return it to her once they saw each other again, which was probably when they would become adults. Unconsciously, Camille reached for her neck where she was currently wearing a different necklace. It was a fine, exquisite piece of jewelry that Christian had given her a year ago when they pretended to date to fool his father, one that implied that she belonged to him wholly and no one else. And if she ever removed it, it would mean going against the contract.

At home I began to think about both the incidents that happened with me. The one with the car and the second one in the library. In both the cases, my saviour saved me in a strange way, which is not possible for a normal person. The similarity between the mysterious guy and Jake was that, both have the beautiful pair of blue eyes, which are mesmerizing. Why I have a strange feeling that both the guys are same? As I was in my thoughts, someone called me from behind. I turned around and got scared and screamed out of fear. Then the person removed the mask and it was my little sister Ruhi. I was so angry that I began to chase after her to hit her.

“Now, if you ever feel afraid, hold on to it. It might not change your fate, but it’ll remind you that someone believes in you.” I looked at the bracelet again, its stones glinting faintly under the light. “It’s perfect,” I said softly. “Then it’s yours.” The air in the washroom felt warmer somehow. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her. She stiffened for a second, then hugged me back with surprising strength. When we pulled apart, her eyes were bright. “There now,” she said. “That’s the Elowyn I know. Brave and kind.” “I don’t feel brave,” I admitted.

I acknowledged her with a warm smile, wishing I had not heard what I just did. “Mommy,” we were interrupted by Elaine who had one of her friends by her side, “Mirabelle got you a wonderful gift!” Mirabelle looked at Eleanor with a shy expression and said, “I just wanted to…” “Huh?” I could barely contain my shock. It was Mirabelle’s voice I had heard just moments ago in the bathroom with Richard. “Brandon? Did you want to say something?” Elaine asked me. I shook my head. The three women continued talking. I would have slipped away, but Elaine had linked my arms with hers and would not let me go anywhere.

At my engagement party, my fiancé and my parents had prepared a table filled with mystery boxes. My younger sister, Elena Hayes, wrapped her arms around my fiancé, Adrian Whitmore, and sweetly pleaded, “There are so many mystery boxes. Madison can’t possibly open them all. Can I pick three too?” Adrian affectionately ruffled Elena’s hair. “You never change. You’ve known your sister and me for so long, yet you still act like a child.” Our parents, Charles and Victoria Hayes, smiled indulgently. “Our Elena has always been lucky. Maybe she’ll win something amazing.” Elena eagerly grabbed three mystery boxes before anyone else could stop her. She opened the first one. “A ten-day honeymoo

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.