Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Gets A Gift Novels & Stories

Jade immediately ordered her four bodyguards to attack me. Even though I was good at boxing, I still couldn't possibly defeat four well-trained bodyguards at the same time on my own. I was quickly subdued and brought before her. Jade nudged Wilbur toward me and said gently, "He's all yours now. You can do whatever you want to get your revenge on him." Wilbur instantly straightened up, his arrogance returning in full force. He came over to me and punched me hard in the face, whispering in my ear, "So what if you're Ms. Pearson's fiance, you little fucker? The person she cares about is me."

"Fine. You'll have your freedom, within reason. But you'll have a guard with you at all times, and you'll obey pack rules. Step out of line, and there will be consequences. Clear?" "Crystal." She stood her ground, glaring up at me. "And stop calling me 'little healer.' I have a name." "I know your name, Mirabelle." I let my voice drop low, enjoying the way her breath caught. "I just enjoy watching you squirm." Color flooded her cheeks, and she clenched her fists. "You're an ass." "And you're stuck with me." I reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. My fingers lingered, brushing against her skin, and I felt her shiver. "Sweet dreams, little healer."

Not enough to choke me, but enough to remind me who was in control. My breath hitched. My body froze, caught between fear and something I couldn’t name. “Luca—” I whispered, my voice trembling. His smirk deepened as he pulled me closer, his face so near that his breath brushed against my lips. His eyes burned into mine, dark and unreadable. “Tell me, Mirabelle…” he murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse. “Do you hate me enough to kill me… or want me enough to keep me alive?”

It stopped there. With Mira, it was different. I cared about her feelings, her mood, her thoughts. Just now, her eyes had held a flicker of panic—or maybe nerves—as she looked at the heap on her desk and then at me. Obviously, someone had sent those gifts: a frame, a bouquet, and perfumes. I had nearly drowned when I saw them. If she wasn’t seeing anyone yet, someone certainly wanted her. But she wasn’t even the slightest bit happy about the gifts.

My eyes widened, and I urged, "Cecil, quick, get me out of here!" "Alright, let's get you to the hospital!" "No, not the hospital. Take me to the place we went last month!" … The following day, I clicked on Mirabelle's livestream as if nothing had happened and watched as she clasped my diamond necklace around her neck. "Isn't it beautiful? Mr. Pembroke gave it to me as a birthday present!" All of a sudden, she let out a shrill scream and then stopped. However, I caught it clearly: a dark spot had suddenly appeared on her porcelain skin. I let out a long, heavy breath of relief.

She told Mirabel that lot of things got her distracted, that she forgot her birthday. Mirabel accepted the gift and thanked her. She told Amanda that she has forgiven her, because she got a gift for her.

Giveon teased and Mirabel covered her face with the duvet. "Leave me alone!" She grumbled under the bed. "Are you sure about that though? You just signed a forever deal with me yesterday. Are you going back on your words already?" Giveon grinned as he teased Miranel and she rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was. "It's not too late, is it?" Mirabel asked and Giveon pulled the duvet away from her body. "Unfortunately, you are stuck with me forever," he kissed her lips and she responded immediately.

He grumbled. I gasped and palmed my chest dramatically, "Just another day? Who are you? Who hurt you?" Elijah rolled his eyes and turned away from me, giving all his attention to Becca. I handed over my gifts to Becca and she tore into them enthusiastically. "Wow! A doctor's kit! This is so cool. I get to be a doctor, wow!" She squealed before checking the other, " Wow, it's Mirabel from Encanto. I love her so much."

On my first day at work, I locked the pearl earrings in my desk drawer. On the second day, I rented a small apartment. On the third day, I blocked every way Hunter and Gabriel had of contacting me. A month later, I received a package. There was no return address. Inside was a bank card, a record of bank transfers, and an old umbrella. It was the same umbrella they had held over Tiffany on that rainy night when we were 18. The fabric had grown worn, and there was a crack in the handle. Tucked inside was a sheet of paper. It was in Gabriel's handwriting.

I watch them go, Sophie’s hand hovering near my elbow but not quite touching it, and I know I shouldn’t follow. Every reasonable, cautious part of me knows that whatever is up there is exactly what Kaius meant when he leaned close and murmured about gifts, exactly what Sophie has been trying to steer me away from all evening. I follow anyway. “Mirabella, wait—” Sophie’s voice sharpens behind me, but I’m already moving, threading through the crowd with a single-mindedness that surprises even me, past girls in floor-length Valentino and boys in fitted Balenciaga, past trays of drinks and knots of laughter that fall briefly quiet as I pass.