Milan Mirabella Novels & Stories

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

he said, I drank, the whiskey was smooth, as it burned a little. My personal assistant, Lucas, entered the room. He was a thin man, always wore glasses and looked nervous. It was why I kept him. Fear made people thorough. “Sir, a report on Mirabelle.” “Speak,” I put my glass down. “My man followed her today. Her routine was normal; Work at the cafe, home. But she made a detour this afternoon, after work.” “Continue,” my voice was calm, as I raised an eyebrow. “She went to a pawn shop, on Rue de la Misère. She stayed for ten minutes.

Laughter drifted from the guest room as I went upstairs. Mira sat on the sofa, typing on her phone. Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept trying to hide a smile that would not stay hidden, so I did not need to ask who she was texting. “Bella, you’re back?” She tucked the phone against her chest. “I thought you were staying with Luca tonight.” I set my bag down without answering. Mira was the new singer signed to one of De Luca’s clubs. My mother had put her in the side wing until the club apartment was ready.

“Hello Joe, Nice to meet you too.” “Joe, Is Nathan staying over again tonight?” Joe went behind the desk taking his seat again, folding his hand on the table looking at me. “Yes, he is.” “But, WHY?” “He can accompany you.” Joe smiled. “What…? I have Carolyne… She can do that….” I elbowed her… telling her silently to say yes. “O no Mia, I have a shoot tomorrow. Unfortunately, I cannot.” “A Shoot for what?” “I’m a model Mia... and quite a famous one.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder dramatically…

The air around her buzzed with an undeniable power, drawing glances from passersby who couldn't help but steal glimpses of the intriguing woman in their midst. Draped in a comfortable yet stylish co-ord set, Ezra embodied the essence of a modern girl boss. The sunlight danced on her branded sunglasses, adding an air of mystery to her already captivating aura. A well-chosen ensemble complemented by an expansive bag completed her ensemble, leaving an indelible impression on those who crossed her path. Among the curious onlookers, Ezra's confident strides and undeniable presence turned heads. As she navigated through the airport's hustle and bustle, the world seemed to pause for a moment, capti

“She is not a threat, so please calm down.” Lancelot calmed down as he was assured by Ferry and Dashiel. But Adze was still not budging. And if looks can kill, I am sure Milan was already lying on the floor right now. I sighed and went beside Milan. Then I slowly pulled her away from Lancelot. “What?” Milan hissed at me. “You can’t just hug another man in front of me, Milan,” I said. “And please mind the partner of Mister Neon.” Her eyes widen when she finally realized what she did and immediately looked at the couple. “Oh my! I am sorry!” She bowed her head. “I was just carried away by the thought of finally meeting the one that I admire. I love Mister Neon’s creations.”

Finally, Mirabel settled for a red sweetheart neckline dress, with a little touch of lip rogue she looks so stunning. "Purffect", Jennifer clapped eyeing Mirabel in admiration as she dropped the makeup kit which Mirabel refused to use on the bed. "Are you sure this will work", Mirabel asked softly for the hundredth time with her voice filled with uncertainty. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror she seemed uncomfortable at her exposed cleavages and thighs. "Yes, I'm sure Mimi. You definitely will get a fake husband with my top-notch plan!" Jennifer reassured. You heard them right.

Some part of me, underneath the careful adult architecture, remained stubbornly seventeen. The drive to the gala took twenty-five minutes. I watched the city slide past the window, the financial district giving way to the cultural quarter, glass towers yielding to the older stone buildings where the city kept its museums and concert halls and the kind of grand, deliberately impressive architecture built specifically for evenings like this one. I thought about the phone call. About the particular quality of his voice when he'd said Mira instead of Dr Landon, the old name surfacing through the careful professional distance he usually maintained so well.

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Mirella Mora was in fits. Although she scored that deal of modelling for the Al Fahezis, her real target was as elusive as it could get. The older Fazzini is a very handsome man even in his fifties but she is after the younger man who she thought was an Al Fahezi before she learned the truth from that chatty Matteo after plying him with drinks to loosen his tongue. He was so drunk that he forgot to collect on her part of the deal, which is a good one as she didn’t really want him tupping her. Sure, Matteo is a handsome guy but he doesn’t have the charisma that Alonzo and Matan have. At first, she had her eyes on Ali but that got away by marrying another Emirati and so she attempted to reel i