Encanto Mirabel Age Novels & Stories

Elena Riccardo stood before the mirror while two maids carefully pinned dark curls away from her face. Gold silk draped elegantly over her body, shimmering softly beneath the bedroom lights and making her look far older than sixteen. One maid stepped back with a smile. “At this rate, one of the mafia heirs may ask for your hand tonight.” The older maid laughed quietly. “She’s a Riccardo daughter. Marriage discussions should have started years ago.” Elena rolled her eyes lightly. “I’m sixteen.”

Mira replied, smiling up at Skylar who looked shocked to see that she was younger than she had imagined. " It's okay, I get that every time because of my plump status. I'm twenty-five but everyone mistakes me to be in my early thirties" Mira replied with a smile on her face while Skylar looked embarrassed to have judged her wrongly. " I am sorry, Mira. Thank you for making my morning. Now, if you would excuse me I'll like to get started on breakfast before it gets cold" Skylar told her with an excited smile on her face as she turned to walk to the adjoining room where the cafeteria was but stop short as soon as she saw Vino approaching from the breakfast table, an excited smile on his face a

“Oh, my Mira. That's a huge one. Mum and Dad would not stop thanking me even in years to come. One who has the accolade deserves it. Mira squeezed her lips feeling a bit guilty. “I know right? I will inform them at a perfect time.” “When he becomes your Mr. Perfect yeah?” “Definitely Lina! You needed to see the height differences, for the first time I am falling inlove with an older man! Yet he looked downright handsome.” “Okay, that's the whole twist girly! And with this expression, You have definitely found your prince charming. “I sure have.” Mira giggled and Elena ruffled Mira’s hair. “I cannot express how happy I am seeing you this happy Mira. And I want you like this forever.”

He taunted me changing the subject. "I'm not a child I'm 20, I'm an adult." I defended myself angrily. He insisted anyways. "Alright, well let me grab some clothes for you from my room." He ran towards his room and as he returned he gave me black trouser and sweat shirt to changed into. I scoffed at him and went to my room so I could change my dress and that was the first time I looked at myself in the mirror today. My hair looked decent with natural curls at the end of my hair. My face looked pale because of the nervousness I been hiding since this morning. I took a sharp breath and left my room.

It was early morning, and a certain mother and daughter were already facing off. "Mirabel, you're twenty-seven years old," Mina began. "You're not getting any younger. Aren't you tired of being alone? At this rate, I'm sure you're still a virgin." Mirabel let out a dry laugh. "Really, Mother? Is that what you're worried about right now?" She shook her head in disbelief. "I've spent my whole life working myself to the bone for Jacob and Susan. But look at you. Not a single contribution. Not a penny. Honestly, I should disown you."

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

I got in and was immediately found by Raven, who asked me what had kept me for so long. She called out to Mavis who was talking to a couple of children seated near the arched windows. They all turned to us, and the kids smiled hoping off their chairs and rushing to us. "You look really pretty Luna." Mirabel smiled adorably up at me, her upper incisor missing. She was about seven or eight but really tall for her age. I'd seen her a lot at the pack house too, where she stayed with her older brother. Hadn't seen much of her parents though. But I knew she had an aunt there too.

Mirabelle sat far behind and Mira did the same. “Hi, mom,” Mira said to Mirabelle even though the latter could never hear her. “It’s me, Mira. Your daughter with Ethan. I’m twenty-eight now. I’ve found my mate. His name is Cohen Kingsley. He said you came to visit his pack once. I’m sure if you know him better, you would like him too.”

The piece moved from Lillian to me. Mirabel, who had been placed in the Whitmore household at age ten to fill the space Lillian’s absence had created, who had lived for twelve years in a house built on a decision she had not known existed, who had at twenty-two returned to a life that had a different name in it.