Encanto Mirabel Age Novels & Stories

I wasn't going to sit back and watch him belittle me before his plaything. She slowly stood up from the Prince's lap, eyeing me. "I'm Mirabelle and I'm the Prince's betrothed," she introduced. It finally clicked, she was the one he wanted to drop me for. She had huge, sparkling eyes like that of an owl and long curly eyelashes. She would fit perfectly in those fairytale princess dresses that the queen wanted to force on me. She had a round face with soft and delicate features. I must admit she was actually cute and charming. I could understand why the prince would go for her. She was more sophisticated than I am.

it took me some time to remember the exact words you said that day and translate them or have you forgotten I'm a brainy, 'Rian? "Look, Mira..." "Who are you, Mariano Lorenzo? I can't remember signing for a guardian angel, so who exactly are you? How long exactly have you known me? Why are you doing this? Why do you care for me so much? Why don't you wanna let me go?!" "Because...you saved my life, Mirabelle!Thirteen years ago." "Excuse me?" "I don't expect you to remember. You were only a kid back then. How old exactly? Eight. And I was twelve. Remember? The boy from the woods?"

Impulsive spending wouldn't do her good at this time of her life. "I just knew whoever gets that bikini before me would be someone I'd love to rip it from," a familiar voice spoke behind her - Mirabel. Serena turned with style and looked at Mirabel from head to toe. "Too bad you can't, because I'm not getting it." She smirked, "It nearly caught my fancy, but I'd never have the same taste with Mirabel Houston" Mirabel chuckled and flipped her hair, a blonde guy wearing a burnt orange vest that stuck to his body and revealed the outline of his chest and muscles came behind her.

|| Mira || She pulled back slowly, her smile getting wider as she looked me over. Tangled hair, chains, dried blood on my wrists. She was doing that thing people do when they've already made up their mind about something and are just looking for proof. "So this is Mirabel Sloan." "In the flesh," I said. "All of it." A smile spread across her face. "You're smaller than I expected." I smiled right back. "And you're exactly as insecure as I figured. Kissing someone in front of his captive just to feel like you won something. Bold choice."

Not going to lie, she is pretty but Leilani is the most beautiful woman in my eyes. “Enzo! I heard you're single.” Mirabelle said and I watched over at my cousins who were busy laughing at me. “Well… yes?” I responded. “And searching.” Mirabelle whispered and pushed the girl towards me. “No I am not searching.” I tried to defend myself. “That's the same thing. Vincenzo meet Mayela. Mayela, this is my son, well my nephew. I hope you start making babies soon. The walls are soundproof! You don’t have to worry about anything!” Mirabelle said and Mayela laughed. That's when I looked at her, brown shoulder-length hair double braided to reveal a fine, warm face. Gentle aquamarine eyes, set deep wit

“I don’t mind. I like doing it.” Her response caught me off guard. There was something earnest in her voice, a need to be useful — or maybe something more. I decided not to press. “How old are you, Mirabel?” I asked instead, taking a bite of my food. “Eighteen.” “Don’t you plan on going to college? I know Axel offers jobs to pack members but you never know.” She hesitated, then shrugged. “I’m taking two years off to help my grandmother with her duties, her health, and everything.”

He smiled at her before pecking her lips and getting back to his talk. She turned to look at Amira to see her smiling again. "How old are you?" Amira asked her, turning everyone's attention on her. "I'm twenty-two," she said confidently, making Jade raised her eyebrow, and looked at Edmund. "She's way younger than Irina, Edmund," Jade said, looking at Edmund with a smirk. "No, she's not. Larry is twenty years older than me, and there's no problem." Amira rolled her eyes at Jade. "I still think she's too young," Jade repeated.

“What are you doing here?’ Kai asked in disbelief, “what's happening? How are you still….” “Alive?” Mirabel finished his sentence. “Well let's just say that it's not easy to get rid of me, not even by a thousand houndras.” Kai was dumbstruck. Mirabel was his fiancée, the wolf he was going to get married to if all hopes were lost. The royal family always had a contingency plan for every succeeding heir who needed to get married.

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.

Presently, she was crying, and she walked to her grandmother for succor. “Grandma, kindly make my father to understand that I am not in a relationship,” she pleaded, and cried on the shoulder of the wrong person. She was not aware that the King was the only person on her side. Meanwhile, the powerful King Raphael Churchill VII was infested by her cry, and fought back the tears that were about to form in his eyes. Nevertheless, Grandma Phoebe startled Mirabel with her consolation, “Stop crying, my dear. You did not commit any crime. You are only in a relationship, and got engaged to a handsome young man today.”