Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Stops Talking นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Belle... please, talk to me." I place my hands flat on the wooden door and set my forehead on it, feeling its coldness. Her wolf won't talk to her. She's upset, Zen says through our link, his tail tucked between his legs as he whimpers. She doesn't want to talk to me either... I'm her mate. His words bring tears to my eyes and I let them fall. "Annabelle, please, let me in. I just want to see you," I utter, fair well knowing that I could feel her sadness as I touch our Soulmark.

he said, his eyes still on me. “He didn't keep me, he imprisoned me,” I said, pulling my hands back. “Feisty. I like her,” Xavier's eye brow rose, as he looked at Theo. “What do you want Xavier? It's getting late,” Theo's voice was low but steady, his face flat. “Celeste food of course and the pleasure of seeing your scowling face,” Xavier said, walking past us toward the dining room. “I had an argument with a girl Mirabelle and I need your perspective about it,” Xavier said, as I furrowed my eye brows.

Jotham had said through the mic. Mirabel was completely silent for a good one minute before she threw the glass of wine she was holding at her iPad. “What the fuck was that!” She turned to Julie like it was her fault. Everything didn’t go according to plan. “What the fuck did you do?” She hit her across the cheek. Marcus sprang up from where he’d been sitting quietly on the floor. “Don’t ever touch her again.” Mirabel’s head snapped to him. “What did you just say?”

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

Then I stopped. A sentence caught my attention. I don't have to become someone else to be worth something. I stared at it. My jaw tightened. Where had she learned that? Damien. Obviously. I flipped forward. More notes. I am allowed to speak. I am allowed to say no. I don't have to apologize for things that aren't my fault. I closed the notebook. Hard. The sound echoed through the room. I looked toward the door. Still empty. I slipped the notebook back exactly where I'd found it.

I was finishing my fruit trifle hoping that they would leave soon after they finished theirs then I would have some alone time to think for myself. We all stood from the dinning table and shifted to the living room which was nothing different than the dining room just small table. Amelia touched Eric shoulder and insisted. "Why don't you two talk in private and clear your misunderstandings." Eric agreed and raised his hand chivalrously towards me and I took his hand when my brother also stood up defensively. "I should accompany them." To which I simply shrugged him. "No need I can handle it." We both went outside through main door. His eyes felt oddly familiar.

Everywhere was utterly silent for a while before Dili did something I wasn't expecting. With a hard gaze he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the direction of the large mirror in the Jim. I didn't even have the strength to struggle so I allowed him to drag me along. I automatically closed my eyes as we reached the side of the Jim were the large mirror was. I didn't want to see....me. "Open your eyes Rica" he said in a commanding tone. I shook my head as a no, still with my eyes tightly shut. "Rica" he warned.

“to Mila” I laughed and gulped down my drink. I winced as the liquid burnt my throat. We took a few more shots before Olivia was asked for a dance. She left me and I went to get another shot. I had two of them, when someone took my last one. I turned to the person and froze. Even in my drunken state, I knew those eyes anyway, Roman Romero. “Camila” his deep voice said. I looked up at his face and he was mad, there were flames in his eyes. “we’re leaving”

Before I can process, the guard manages to cuff each hand to restraints that are connected to each end of the couch. "Alejandro, what's the meaning of this?" The utter fear in my voice rises again. He rolls his eyes, "I already mentioned I do not enjoy repeating myself." The music suddenly gets louder as Amelia and Marcus begin to strip away their clothes. "What the hell?!" My eyes are wide open.

Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled her closer to me and our faces are now just inches away from each other. I could feel my heart beating so loudly. The lights were flickering around us and I'm holding Megumi so close. I said, "Megumi... I really like you. I've always had." I... finally said it. Megumi looks at me with dumbfounded eyes but she seems to get it now. I pulled her even closer and said, "You don't have to give me an answer right now. I just-" I noticed Megumi's eyes trail from the mirrors and sheds a single tear from her eyes. She cuts me