Miquella X Tarnished Novels & Stories

Mira whispered like a thirsty fangirl to Scarlet, “His body is fucking sculpted like a marble god. And that tattoo on his arm? Looks like something from an Alpha heir bloodline. I swear to goddess he’s built to ruin women.” Scarlet flicked her head around to her, eyebrows raised as hell, “How the fuck are you seeing ANYTHING?! Your eyes are bandaged. They are literally covered.” Mira hissed dramatically, “I’m not blind. I’m just injured. Stop insulting me.” Scarlet huffed a laugh ... legit the first REAL laugh since she woke up from unconsciousness ... and Mira smiled soft because that laugh meant Scarlet was still alive inside. They slowly walked toward the stairs. Mira was tapping Scarlet’

From now on, we had to stand our ground against whomever opposed us. As per my request, Amber returned 5 minutes later with a splendid silver tiara. Pearls riddled the flawless creation. Mikaela's eyes lit up at the sight. Tentatively, she reached for the fragile thing on red velvet. No platinum case. Now was it really worth all of that anger when she could have simply went and fetched it?

I whispered reverently. “It is literally human decoration,” he said. But I already snatched it out of his hand. The tinsel felt delicate and cool. Soft against my fingers. It hummed faintly with potential. I smiled. “Perfect.” Lucian froze. “What do you mean perfect?” “I can enhance it,” I said. “No,” Lucian said instantly. “Yes,” I corrected happily. Marek entered at that exact moment, carrying a box labeled Shatterproof Ornaments. He glanced up and paused. His eyes narrowed. “Why do you look excited?”

Chapter Fifty Eight : Behind the Mask Outside, the wind howled, battering against the windows of this small, isolated cabin they had picked out for their hideout. The night was thick with eerie silence, save the occasional rustle of leaves or the low hum of the car engine, idling some distance away. Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible.

Sighing in resignation, I understood there was nothing else I could do, so after throwing a hate-filled glance at the guards of the club's private area, I walked away with my arms crossed, feeling so frustrated that I almost wanted to scream. I couldn't understand how I had failed to get what I wanted so badly, so resigned after my last failed opportunity, I decided to go to the bar to order the drinks and then leave. Tonight had been a disappointment. Struggling to squeeze through the crowd gathered around the bar looking for a drink, I was about to place my order when a masculine voice sounded behind me. "A glass of whiskey, neat." Once again, I felt that sensation throughout my body, a co

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

Serena's POV Dad's brow furrowed. "You'd rather go back to eating scraps than take fifty grand a month?" Donald didn't bother hiding his disgust at my scarred face. "I'm not qualified to protect Miss Ferrari, sir." I sighed. Ever since I got these scars at ten trying to save Bianca, this face had been nothing but a source of revulsion for everyone. Maybe that's why Edward treated me like garbage in our past life too. "Donald! You can't abandon my sister!" Bianca frantically grabbed his arm, trying to pull him to his feet.

“Who?” Lucas took a sip of his soda. “Sebastian Sinclair.” Elsa frowned. “How do you figure?” Lucas shrugged. “I keep seeing him around Asher. They’ve been hanging out a lot lately.” My stomach dropped. Houston sat up straight. “Wait. Sebastian Sinclair?” “Yes.” “The model?” Lucas nodded. Houston blinked and then he groaned. “I’ve lost before I’ve even started. How do I compete with that? Seriously.” He flopped back on the couch dramatically.

’ My wolf nodded. ‘I think I should educate the omegas so they can recognize the scent of rogues, rogue assassins, and lycans who wear perfume to disguise their body odor.’ My idea was quite brilliant. Although I didn’t want something like that to happen again, I had to anticipate it. A few months ago, Alaric was almost injured after someone threw a machete at my car tire. I didn't want bad things to happen to Alaric. If I could ask the Moon Goddess, I would only want myself to have bad luck.

She replied and started crying again. "Don't worry mother. I will find her." I replied and exited their room. Anika and Skylar are sisters. Daughters of my older brother. But they both weren't treated equally. Two years ago, there was an accident. Anika saved about fifty lives but into that accident, she got her face scarred hideously. But that's not all. Skylar was born with the silver spoon in her mouth. She was born with the wolf that was expected as the future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, as an enchantress had told her parents. They were told that Skylar will be the future Luna. So everyone treated her like a princess while Anika was treated like a slave. She didn't even have her separat