Miquella X Tarnished Novels & Stories

Timon smiled at her. “I was never interested in the throne, I just wanted to fulfill Father's last wish,” Miquel replied. “Then who would sit on the throne?” He stared at everyone. “You will, because you deserve it. You rejected the throne in Paxton's Dynasty just to chase after my sister, the love of your life.” Timon stared at Tamar and she blushed. “Nevertheless, hiding my identity and ruling over Gilead is a crime and once I crown you, I will accept any punishment for my actions,” Miquel's eyes landed on Crispina, and she could see she was hurt.

Mira made a choked sound. “I swear it,” Garrick said solemnly. Later, in the small cabin she shared with Mira, Elara packed a single satchel: healing herbs, her mother’s old journal bound in soft leather, a change of clothes, the moonstone pendant Selene had worn until the day she died. Mira watched from the doorway, arms wrapped around herself. “I’m coming with you.” “You can’t. The tribute is one female.” “Then I’ll follow anyway. Disguised. Hidden in the caravan. Whatever it takes.”

Venessa stood in front of her mirror, turning side to side as she admired her reflection. The dress clung to her curves perfectly, shimmering under the lights. It was the exact same design Delilah had ordered. “Tonight,” she whispered to her reflection, brushing a hand down the fabric, “I’ll take back what’s mine.” What used to be hers before Delilah though she could steal her place. She had waited three long years for this moment, three years of watching and hoping. Now he was back…richer, more powerful, and more desired than ever. And tonight, the world would see them together.

“You dragged *me* into your filth. My reputation is built on control. Precision. Not fucking my stepsister like some depraved cliché.” Elena’s back hit the desk. She gripped the edge, refusing to cower. “Then deny it. Call me a liar tomorrow morning. Tell everyone I made it up because I’m obsessed with you or whatever story you want. I’ll play along.” He braced one hand on the desk beside her hip, leaning in. Their faces were inches apart. She could see the flecks of silver in his gray eyes, the faint scar above his left eyebrow from the time they had fought so viciously over nothing that he’d tripped on the stairs.

I was in final year of graduation but this was not my identity because he snatched my simple and pure identity from me and gave me my new tainted identity. My tainted identity that I am a Mistress of a heartless, cruel, ruthless, merciless mafia king and business tycoon Mr. Tapish Raichand. Satan in human body He hated me, I hated him. I didn't know why he was doing this to me but I knew for sure that he hated me that much that he will not think twice before killing me. Tears stated flowing from my eyes. I dragged my butchered body under the shower and as the water fell on me, I started rubbing my body to wipe off his disgusting touch knowing that he will make me dirty again.

Even though I didn't know what the city held for her, I quietly became her support, backing everything she wanted to do. I bought her an apartment here and even asked friends to introduce her to a local record company with promising prospects. Only now did I realize that the main reason Rene had come here was Joshua. No matter how much I had done for her, I was nothing more than a stepping stone on her path to success. To her, I was just a wealthy boy she despised, tainted by money, a boyfriend to toy with, and nothing more than a name on paper.

“They’ll get used to you. Or they’ll lose teeth. Either way, it’ll sort itself out.” “Who will lose teeth?” a dry voice asked. A woman approached from the side of the hall. She was older than most present, dark hair shot through with iron grey and twisted into a tight coil. She wore the same black as everyone else but carried herself like someone who’d stood at many alphas’ shoulders and seen them rise or fall. Her eyes were sharp. They took me in from head to bare toes in one precise sweep. “Lady Mirella,” Jace said, sounding almost respectful. “Aria. Our new Luna. Luna, this is Mirella—Kael’s adviser and the keeper of every number and ugly truth in this place.”

Then, it opens, revealing a dark space filled with soft light and echoing whispers. "This is the Vault of Echoes," he says. "Marlik separated your grandmother's spirit from her body here. Your grandmother is inside. But you cannot face her as Talia." Talia nods, her heart heavy. She closes her eyes, brings out the Moon Stone from her cloak and swallows it. "Tiara," she whispers. She transforms quietly. Her body glows. Her skin becomes silver-lit. The armour flows over her like water. She stands as Tiara, her eyes shining with the knowledge of many lifetimes.

“I, Levana Mckenna, accept your rejection.” I fell to the ground just as I heard the mate bond snap. Beta had been secretly monitoring my unexplained blackouts with a sense of concern and understanding. His decision to keep this information to himself assures me of his loyalty and compassion. Even though I had been absent minded during the meeting, I still remembered that the blood moon day was tonight. Alessandro POV

He just smirked, stepping even closer. He was enjoying this, wasn't he? He enjoyed the fact that my brains flew out of my mind when he was this close to me... or when my nostrils smelt that incredible cologne of his. "Be my companion tonight." he said firmly, his face still holding a wide grin. While my eyes just widened in shock. Was Miles White a billionaire tycoon and my enemy asking me to be his date?