Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Stops Talking Novels & Stories

But he immediately left that spot, saying, "I'll leave you two to talk." "Antonio, no! " She exclaimed out, showing her fear towards me. I didn't like it. "Hey, " I said, getting Mirabel's attention. She stood frozen before me, still shivering. Her arms wrapping her body while drawing her steps back to avoid me. "Mirabel, you don't have to feel scared of me. I swear, I'm not going to hurt you, please," I said, assuring her that. But I doubt if she was buying that, because she still wasn't comfortable. She just dropped her gaze down, breaking the lock between us.

I answered and tried to turn away but my wheels refused to budge. I looked down to find the wheels held down by an inch of earth. I looked at Mirabel, at her fingers twirling slowly with earth pieces floating above them and making a small whirlpool. A flash of envy skittered over my eyes which I hid immediately. “ We aren't done talking, dear cousin.” “I have nothing to say to you. Let go of my wheels now.” “Or what? You'll strike me back? Oh pardon me, I forgot you weren't able to manifest your powers when you came of age!

It was as if the whole world had stopped, and my mind couldn't comprehend what she had just uttered. Mabel smirked, a smug look spreading across her face. "Oh, didn't you hear me? Mirabel... she's alive" she drawled, reveling in the shock she had just caused me and my eyes widened, At that point I couldn't pinpoint the sarcastic look on her face. My head was just filled with Mirabel.

Therefore, he pranked her, and she fell for it. “Let's leave you to do your work,” he said with a sense of importance, and attempted to get up. Now, Mirabel stopped abruptly, and informed, “No. Your presence does not disturb me.” She fixed her gaze on him, and waited for him to take his seat, but he looked on. “Kindly take your seat,” she pleaded. Alfred sat back, and she happily appreciated, “Thank you for your understanding. I will be with you shortly.” “You are welcome,” he acknowledged, but before he could swipe his phone, she exclaimed, “Oh no.”

She didn't know the trick she was trying to pull. "What the hell are you trying to do?" Mirabel scoffed and blinked her eyes like a puppy, "Well! Well!! What does it seem?" "What! Don't, Mirabel. I will advise you not to try it,"she warned pleadingly. Mirabel giggled, raising the certificate in her eyes. "Oh! Darling! I would love to follow your advice but it wouldn't be smart of me. It took me a lot of energy and stress to get to this point and I am not ready to ruin everything because of your baseless advice," Her voice was filled with sarcasm.

Raymond looked up at the sky, at a loss for words, his throat tight with unshed tears. Mirabel continued to laugh, her laughter mingling with her tears. It was a horrible sound, the kind that came from a soul torn apart by grief. Raymond rushed towards her, grabbing her shoulders, trying to stop her before she lost her mind completely. "Mirabel, stop!" he pleaded, but she pushed him away, her laughter growing louder. "This is a dream, right?" Mirabel asked, her voice trembling as the laughter finally stopped. She stared at Raymond, her eyes wild with desperation. "Tell me this is a dream."

of surprise at the immensity and beauty of the place. - Close your mouth, will you? And the door too, Kaya. Said Mirabelle behind the line. Kaya made a sigh of annoyance and complied. Mirabelle was used to her negligence... - Take off your sandals... I hate walking in heels on the carpet... She gasped and looked down as she realized she was about to step on the carpet... Honestly... That's enough. Mirabelle knew her far too well and she wanted to admire this masterpiece in peace. She said before hanging up the call with a disgruntled look...

I can't control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around.

He said, and the heat in my ears only grew stronger. His words always got to me. “I'm back,” Mira said as she slipped into her chair. I quickly moved his hand off my thigh before she noticed. “Ah! I suddenly want ice cream,” Mira said. “Well, you're not getting any,” I told her, and she pouted. “Why?” she asked, looking like she was about to cry. Enzo was about to say something when I nudged him under the table with my leg and shook my head.

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?”