Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Runs Away นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as doubts and fears gnawed at my heart. Elena's expression softened, her eyes filled with sincerity. "I understand your hesitation, Miranda. But I've spent years hidden away, manipulated by Vivian. I escaped her clutches to bring you the truth, to help you reclaim the love that was stolen from you." The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, as the truth slowly started to seep into my wounded heart. Elena had suffered at Vivian's hands just as we had, and her emergence offered a glimmer of hope—a chance to uncover the depths of Vivian's treachery and find a way to mend our shattered lives.

She pushed him off of her with all the strength she could summon and ran out of his office, she was boiling with anger too so she just wanted to leave here immediately "He didn't see me for day and all he could say was that he rick of a male scent" she complained as she walked out of the pack house Mira walked and walked till she lost sight of the villa's gate. All the while cussing that mean egocentric Alpha who had ruined her life. She had been careful to avoid James when she left the villa or else he would have followed her like a stray puppy. Ughh. She didn’t know what she aimed to find on these roads, maybe a way back home so she kept on walking. After what seemed like forever to her, s

She smiled dragging her motorcycle with her. "Oh.. princess by the week" Adam whispered. "Shut up, I'm not a princess" Miranda smiled lifting her motorcycle into the back of her truck kissing it. "Miranda..." Adam began . "Shhhhh, I get shivers when I hear my full name, it makes it look like my mom is lurking somewhere looking at me with her stern face.. 'A lady must never run nor climb and you are one' gosh.."Anda mimicked as she got into her truck.

With a sigh, she gave up and fixed her hair and lipstick then she practiced the smile again before she was satisfied and turned to leave her room but Stella walked in at that moment with a tired look on her face as she fell on the bed and groaned while she kicked her shoes off. “I'm so tired,” she said and Mirabel chuckled. “Well we made a deal and we have to stick to it until madam Suzy is ready to let us go, the last time we tried to run away didn't end up so well,” she said and Stella groaned again. “It's been five years already, Mira. Why can't she just let us go? We need to leave our lives too.” Stella whined and Mirabel, who just wanted to return to her job, smiled at her as she opened

I could tell he had finally accepted that we could not be together as he turned and walked away. "You promised no to reverse the Mark, I will remember that promise," Henry said. "I don't know what you are talking about!" I said and quickly escaped. The rest of the day, I helped clean up. I did not look for Henry and I hoped he did not look for me. Rumors of our Marking had soon spread. As I walked around, my pack gave me knowing looks. Even Lily could not stop teasing me. After the territory was secured, Henry insisted on taking me back with him. I wanted to resist, but the teasing only got worse. It was clear my pack would not let go of this opportunity to tease me.

She turned her face toward Hunter, searching his expression, silently begging for escape. Her voice came out fragile, almost breaking. “I feel sick… can I… can I go home with Hilda?” Hunter’s jaw tightened instantly. His hand slid to her side, pulling her firmly against him as he spoke low, his voice like stone. “That’s not possible, Mirabella. I can’t let you go anywhere. With anyone.”

Three months of playing pretend, and then she would be free forever. She thought about it for only two short seconds, her mind racing through the unknowns. "Okay," Mirabel said. Her voice was steady now. "It’s a deal. But you have to promise I get far away from them. And you have to guarantee I have access to my allergy medicine. I'm not joking about that." Dante watched her for a long moment, his piercing eyes searching her face as if trying to uncover every hidden scar. A faint shift occurred in his expression, something almost like satisfaction, or perhaps the first crack in his icy mask.

---------- After breakfast, while Jackson was helping clear the table, Aunt Carla pulled Mirabel into her room for a quiet talk. “Sit, honey,” Carla said gently, closing the door. “Before you leave, tell me about this boy you like. The one you mentioned the other night. Where does he stay?” Mirabel’s heart twisted with guilt. She forced a small smile, looking down at her hands. “He’s… just a classmate. He stays not too far from our area.” Carla smiled knowingly and rubbed Mirabel’s shoulder. “You should make the first real move, sweetheart. Life is short. If you want him, go for it. Don’t wait for him to come to you.”