Encanto Mirabel Age Novels & Stories

“You? Focusing on yourself? Since when?” Mirabel let out a small sigh, her gaze drifting away for a moment. “Since I had to.” David frowned. “Had to? What does that mean?” She looked back at him, her eyes softer now, but there was still a weight behind them. “I was pregnant ten years ago, David.” His eyes widened. “What?” Mirabel nodded, her voice steady but low. “I was pregnant. And the child you saw with me today... that’s my son.”

"Mirabel?" Connor repeated as he stared intently at her. She smiled back in return and stretched her hand forward for a handshake. Carolina saw the way Connor's face lightened up on seeing her, causing her to wonder who Mirabel was. The lady whom Connor had addressed as Mirabel had long dark hair that fell on her back. Everything about her screamed class and with the way her simple outfits accentuated her curves, someone would know that she was drowned in luxury. "Yes, Mirabel" Connor and Mirabel both exchanged a handshake while Connor's eyes lit up as if he had seen a unicorn as he laughed awkwardly.

She was nervous, playing with her nails. “This is Mirabel. She is a 30-year-old demon and her family gave her to the palace to work as a maid,” he read. Wow, they gave her away? I think that is sad. But I like her though. I looked at Sky and he was looking into her soul, but didn’t make a sound. “I like her,” I said. “Okay, she will be your personal maid while the other one will be for Sky,” Asher said, pointing to the other girl beside Mirabel. The last girl left.

The room is filled with different gaming systems and two large televisions on either side of the room. "You'll find him, and when you do- it'll be hard to leave his sight." I giggle. Mirabel turns to me and gives me a bright smile. Her eyes light up. I can't help but try and guess her age. She has to be my age- or younger. She gives off the surfer girl vibe, and I admire that. She also holds more power than I thought she would. It radiates off of her. I inhale deeply as her smell hits me again. There's a burn in me and I knot my eyebrows. What's wrong with me?

“Thank you, Luna. I’m sorry for your loss as well.” “Do you have a mate?” I asked, enjoying the conversation. Mirabel was sweet and easy to talk to. “Yes, I do,” she replied with a grin. Her expression brightened as she spoke about him, her happiness evident. “How did you meet him?” “Gary’s been my childhood friend. I had a crush on him growing up and prayed to the moon goddess that we’d be mates. On my twentieth birthday, we found out we were destined for each other. It was the best day of my life.”

The black suit draped perfectly over his still-straight frame, and his sharp gaze cut right through me… just like his son’s. Beside him stood Miranda Romano, elegant and cold in a midnight-blue satin gown. A sapphire necklace gleamed at her throat, like treasure stolen from the sea. Her smile was thin, deliberate, polished by years of holding secrets. Zane’s parents. For half a second, my lungs forgot how to work. I forced myself to square my shoulders. “Encantada.” Miranda brushed her cheek against mine, brief, her eyes scanning me as though measuring whether I belonged in the same air as her.

She had a cold smile on her face, as she approached me. Her entire demeanor screamed fury, and I couldn't help but take a step back. “Oh, don't be afraid. I'm Darcel.” She stretched out a slender pale hand. I glanced at it for a moment, before stretching out mine. “Mirabella. And I'm not afraid of you.” I added. I glanced behind her, at Zeke who didn't look so pleased. Darcel was taller than me, by a foot. Her hair lay in waves across her shoulders. She was a slender beauty, and I couldn't help but feel... jealous.

For now, let's concentrate on this competition, this is my future. **** Soon it was her turn to sing, and with a bit of nervousness, Mirabel climbed the stage. "What's your name miss?" The the judges asked her. "Mirabel Leonard." She replied with her sweetest smile. "Age?" "19" "Ever been in such competition?" "No ma'am." "What song will you be singing for us tonight?" "I will be singing Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley my all-time favourite," Mirabel answered with a sweet smile.

Elijah pouted and rubbed his arm, " Ouch, I'm sorry I couldn't differentiate them but from now I'm never going to make that mistake." " Good!" She flashed him a toothy smile and swiped on the iPad. " Now who's this? You better know who she is." She made a small fist. Elijah squinted and scratched, " Erm, is this Mirabel from Encanto." My jaw dropped, how did he know Mirabel? Encanto was a relatively new Disney cartoon, wow, I was impressed. She nodded and clapped her hands, " Good job, one good star for you." She placed a star-shaped waffle on his plate and he beamed, flashing his pearly whites.

For the first time in a long time, Mira felt intrigued. Mirabel Erickson, an 18-year-old 300-level mechanical engineering student, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth brown skin, which she fondly referred to as her "chocolate color," only added to her confident charm. Born and raised in Lagos but of Edo heritage, Mirabel carried herself with a natural grace that often turned heads.