Milan Mirabella Novels & Stories

"Well, no, because you can see his crotch and it's not huge. Still, everyone I've ever met who has seen it in person says it's breathtaking. Plus, there's so much art to see there." "Maybe you should go in my place." I took a bite of my noodles. "Sure. You think I could pull it off? Dutiful assistant to a billionaire?" I chewed my food instead of answering. "Right. I can't. Plus, that guy you're trying to fool probably knows you, so I can't exactly pose as you while pretending to marry your boss." She was right again. Mr. Len had seen me on the video call. "I wonder if it's a good time of year to visit Italy," she mused aloud. Then she laughed. "God, even if it rained, a bad day in Italy is

“Care to tell me why you didn’t just kill the little human bitch when you had her alone?” Mirabella stormed into the extravagant office, unravelling her shawl as she went. Her red stiletto heels clicked loudly on the white tiles before she threw herself onto the sofa, then kicked up her feet onto the glass coffee table.

By the time I got back to Raymond's mansion, I already have a full blown plan in my head and all I had to do was wait for the household to be asleep before striking. I stood at the front of the mirror and stared at my reflection. My heart was already racing. Not because I was scared. Okay,maybe a little because I was scared because this was the same mission I failed the last time and landed me in prison for three years. Getting the diamond tonight means getting back my position in the house of hades. It means getting back my recognition so I can't afford to fail again this time. “Take a deep breath, Mirabella, you've got this.”

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Not when this goddess is in front of me. In that moment, all I desire is to kneel at her feet and worship. First those crazy killer eyes and now, this thought provoking body. All fucking mine. A shuddered breath wracks through me. No more clubhouses and whores. I should put in an effort into getting with my wife. Because. . . Who has a wife like mine and decides to go get sucked off by some bimbo? Not. Me. Never again. Mirabella suddenly comes awake from her trans and hurries to the bed to grab her robe.

"I knew her. You look just like her. I wonder how your sister looks now," "Sister?" Eleanor and Damien echoed at the same time. Mirabella nodded and held Eleanor's hands in hers. "Your sister, Eliora," "Eliora?" Eleanor, like a recorded, echoed once again but Mirabella nodded. She shook her head and explained, "I do not have a sister. I am an only child." Mirabella shook her head and chuckled. She reached for Eleanor's face with one of her hand and caressed her cheek. "No, my child, you are a twin. Just like your mother." Mirabella said with a smile on her face. "Zera had two daughters."

he muttered, stepping forward with a slow clap. “I’ll give you that. Marching into my house, mouthing off, dragging the old man out like it’s your fucking right.” I lifted my chin. “It is my right.” He stopped, tilting his head like he was studying a strange animal. “You're Gabriel’s spawn, aren’t you? The golden heir to a rotting throne. You think you can walk in here and rewrite the rules?” "Wrong.. I ain't Gabriel's spawn.. I am Mirabella Alexander Russo.. Born from Alexander Russo and Isabella Russo.. And I am currently married to Alex Romano so it does make me a Romano as well.. "

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Mirabella was a fashion freak and going to see their favorite singer; Taylor Swift perform at the stadium that evening was a dream come true for them. "There will be thousands of people there Mirabella , no one will pay attention to you." Riana said. "But why? Am I not pretty enough?" Mirabella whined. Riana laughed. "Of course you're a little future and you look like a bundle of joy but darling, all eyes and attention will be on the queen of beauty herself." "Taylor Swift!" "Yes, her royal Highness." The two giggled like teenagers and Mirabella suddenly got up and dragged Riana who kept protesting up as well.

It’s a huge prospect for her and I can’t wait to see her name published. There is a knock on the door of the villa. In my bare feet and jeans and a black t-shirt, I walk to it across the cool stone floors. “Good morning, Sebastian. Arabella is so excited to see you. We have a late breakfast planned on the terrace. Can you join us now?” Mirabella asks. She is as usual dressed in Chanel, a smart cream skirt and a jacket that matches. Her blouse is sunburnt orange and suits her auburn hair, again up in a chignon. This woman is always dressed elegantly, even when at home. I wonder if she knows how to simply relax and be herself.