Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Stops Talking

“Tell me what’s going on?” I snapped, tired of the unnecessary suspense. “I don’t know what’s going on either but it’s not safe here. Please stay where you are, I can’t afford to lose another person tonight.” He murmured as his voice shook with impatience. “Lose another person? What are you talking about?” I froze, thrown into oblivion. He sighed as tears mixed up his words. “Chelsea, your mother and your sister are gone.” ****************************************** After a series of life threatening events, Chelsea Ambers steps out of her shadows to defend her family and investigate the murder of her sister. After landing the most envied position in the business industry, Chelsea is faced with more trauma and confusion as all traces of her sister’s death leads to the two men she loves the most. Would Chelsea bury the past and let love reign, or would she avenge as she swore she would? ****************************************** “She was just a victim of a bad mood swing. Your father broke the deal, Chelsea Ambers.” He scoffed like her life meant nothing to him.

My breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....

My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death. The reason? His childhood sweetheart's leukemia has relapsed, and she needs another bone marrow transplant. He comes to my place, wanting to make me sign a donor agreement. However, he finds that the place has long been vacated. He asks a neighbor about it. "Are you talking about Kristen? She's long dead! I heard it was because someone dragged her away for a bone marrow donation when she was already sick. She died a few days after returning home." My husband refuses to believe that. He thinks my neighbor and I have conspired to lie to him. He says impatiently, "If you see her, tell her I won't pay the medical bills for that child she's been raising if she doesn't come to see me in three days." My neighbor shakes her head when she sees how stubborn my husband is. She mutters, "The poor child has already starved to death, though…"

“Me?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. “You already have me.” His response was immediate, like he had been waiting forever to say the words. “Not the way I want. Not the way that matters.” ******** I sat in a bar, determined to drown out every single one of my sorrows after my marriage came to a painful crash, but he strolled in, all seductive smiles and an accent that rippled through me. Theon Murphy, a man made of dark chocolate, velvet kisses, and sin. That one night wasn’t supposed to happen, and I wasn’t supposed to walk into my first day of work to find my one-night lover seeking a care nurse for his grandfather. Me. Now we’re forced into a fake relationship that feels all too real, and every time he kisses me, the world stops and stills like a chaotic painting. When he makes a declaration, expressing his need to love me for real; would I be able to take the tattered fragments of my heart and piece them into something that deserves his love, or would the external forces creeping in on us arrive before I can make up my mind? My Billionaire Rebound is a book wrapped in layers of seduction, indecision and the crippling need to belong to someone trustworthy. Would Alina finally find her happily ever after? Or does fate have one more cruel twist up its sleeve?

Clarissa black is killed by her husband and mistress after handing over all her shares to him. Her last wish, “if I could go back, I’ll destroy both of them” And then she wakes up Back in her old bedroom Back two years before she made the biggest mistake of her life Back to take revenge Back bolder, colder, no longer gullible Carefully she plans her revenge , taking everything she had ever worked for, the house the company, all the shares. Reconnecting with her family, secretly resuming her father’s company. And Blake? He doesn’t suspect a thing He thinks he still owe her He thinks she still fears him He still thinks she can’t live without him Until he starts loosing control with the company Until the board stops listening to him But revenge becomes harder when Micheal, her old classmate and business competitor steps into her life He sees through her, everything she’s trying to hide, and he tries to protect her even though she no longer trusts anyone He helps her achieve her goals, making sure everything goes smoothly In this life Clarissa won’t be the victim, she won’t be the one who dies at the end. In this life she makes everyone who hurts her pay.

The daughter of a powerful high wolf priestess, who was murdered by the Alpha of the Rogues and his harem, was left on the porch of a human couple one stormy night. The High Priestess was killed due to a prophecy stating a child born to a High Priestess and an Alpha will be blessed by the Moon Goddess to become a Celestial Wolf. In a small peaceful town, a young girl named Kiaria is turning 18 under the harvest moon of the Autumn Equinox. Her British and Japanese parents, who are one of the richest people in their town, have invited several friends, business associates and investors to celebrate Mabon with a harvest moon dinner. One of their guests is an Alpha with the name of Io Hemming, one of the most eligible bachelors in the country and a new investor in their business. Little did Kiaria and Io know, they were fated mates. After Kiaria comes of age, her powers begin to grow and one day, when Kiaria was out doing some shopping, she stops a group of well-organized and trained thieves from robbing her father's bank. The Alpha of the Rogues gets wind of this and demands the Council of Wolves honor their agreement. They turn their backs on the Alpha of the Rogues so, the Alpha retaliates and kills most of the elders. The Alpha of the Rogues finally finds out Kiaria is the celestial wolf and orders her death by any means. After several failed attempts to kill Kiaria, the Alpha of the Rogues declares war once again against the wolves. Kiaria and Io lead the wolves to victory however with many obstacles in their path.

"I died with the taste of jasmine and betrayal on my tongue. I woke up with a debt to a monster." Elara Vance was the perfect noble daughter—quiet, dutiful, and blind. She gave her heart to the charming Lord Caspian de Montfort and her trust to her "saintly" step-sister, Lyra. Her reward? A slow-acting poison in her tea and the sight of her husband prying the family signet ring from her cold, paralyzed finger. But death is not the end for those with a soul full of rage. In the misty aisles of the Shop of Lost Regrets, Elara meets the Archivist—a terrifying entity who offers her a second chance. The price? She must return to her sixteen-year-old self and complete a series of increasingly dangerous tasks. If she succeeds, she gets her revenge. If she fails, her heart stops forever. To survive her murderous family, Elara must secure the protection of the only man they fear: Kaelen Thorne, the "Monstrous Duke" of the North. She proposes a marriage of convenience—a cold, blood-bound contract built on secrets and strategy. As Elara and Kaelen journey to the frozen border, they enter a deadly game of cat and mouse. Between the Duke’s ancient curse, Caspian’s obsessive pursuit, and the Archivist’s mysterious demands, Elara must navigate a world where love is a weakness and information is the only currency. In this life, Elara is no longer a pawn. She is the player. And she will burn the kingdom to the ground to ensure her enemies never taste jasmine again.

On the night of our engagement banquet, Mandy Sutton's boyfriend, Lenard Johnson, sends my fiancee, Sarah Lindt, a video clip of him jerking off. It also comes with a text message. "Using my hand doesn't feel good at all. I miss your tight little mouth." I want to call that jerk on the spot and cuss him out. But Sarah, who has flown into a state of panic, quickly stops me out of anger. "Are you dumb? It's obvious that Lenard has sent all of these things to the wrong person! He's my best friend's boyfriend, for crying out loud! There's nothing going on between us! Must you be so paranoid, Jonathan? "You're the one that's oozing negativity and dark thoughts, so stop assuming that everyone else is the same as you! Put that jealousy of yours away and stop embarrassing me already!" To think that Sarah is actually accusing me of being jealous and paranoid when she's the one who has cheated on me behind my back! I merely chuckle coldly before forwarding the video clip to our mutual college group chat. At the same time, I've withdrawn my sponsorship from Sarah's company. I'm quite curious, though. Without the support of a jealous, embarrassing man who has zero confidence like me, just how long can Sarah maintain her image as a strong and independent businesswoman?

Saelyna and her twin brother, Cyran, are among the last, few elves in Halden that are still healing from the wounds of the rebellion. They both work in the King's Glade, growing the magical kingpeas for His Grace's use. One day, Saelyna steals some of the peas in a bid to sell them and repay her brother for the loss of his sheep. That same evening, a werewolf attacks Cyran while hunting, injuring him severely. He escapes and makes it home, but is dying from the wound. A mysterious stranger stops by to help, and uses the peas to heal him. The king's mages, however, have detected the use of magic and send their scouts to apprehend the culprit. Saelyna and Cyran prepare to flee, but are kidnapped, along with other elves. They are taken to a land called Eldad, and their captors turned out to be the werewolves, who wants them to work on their lands and grow more kingpeas to aid their second attempt at a rebellion. Saelyna is placed under the claws of Caivan, who turns out to be the mysterious stranger who saved Cyran's life. And Cyran is forced to work for Gylen, the werewolf who had attacked him. Saelyna finds out that he's not the helping kind though. Caivan is the pack's beta, and next in line to be the alpha, which requires him to be brutal, sharp at will and self-centered. Over time, though, Saelyna and Caivan grow closer, bonding over their affinity for magic, their plans to escape the world and their love for books.

I watched my family scrape and starve so I could save enough to come to Sicily for a tan, a fling, maybe my first proper kiss— maybe even lose my virginity to a hot stranger I’d never see again. I did not come to wrestle a kidnapped toddler out of a speedboat at gunpoint. One minute I was hiding from a flirty Italian on the beach. The next, I was running barefoot across the sand in a bikini with a terrified little boy in my arms… while men in black suits shot at me. Now the whole island thinks I’m the kidnapper. Especially the grey-eyed man with the gun who looks at me like I’m his next target. I don’t know his name. I don’t know who the boy really belongs to. I just know the man hunting me isn’t a hero and he’s not going to let me walk away. If I survive this holiday, I’m never leaving England again. If he stops looking at me like that… I might even miss the danger. Holy hell. I didn’t just grab any child. I snatched the heir to the Don of the most ruthless mafia outfit in Europe. And his best friend—the grey-eyed man with the gun—wants my head on a spike. I never imagined I’d die a virgin. But here I am.