Miquella X Tarnished Novels & Stories

I had always known deep down that no matter what I did, I would never be the child he wanted. "It’s not fair," I murmured, my voice barely audible now. "I didn’t choose to be born... but I’ve been paying for it ever since." Anastasia reached out, squeezing my hand. "You’re enough as you are, Cora. Don’t ever doubt that." But I wasn’t sure if I could believe that anymore. Not when the person who mattered most had never made me feel like I was. Other children born under the Alpha, Beta, and Delta ranks live in affluence and privilege. In our pack, it's almost the same, except for me. I’m the Beta’s daughter, yet I’m always the unwanted one—always doubted, never trusted with anything.

She looked incredibly small. Sarah observed the hollows carving into Tracy’s cheekbones. She noted the translucent, fragile quality of her skin and the faint, unmistakable scent of a fading wolf that clung to the air. Sarah had lived a long time. She had seen the ravages of war, the scars of rogue attacks, and the quiet, devastating rot of a broken mate bond. She knew the signs of Lunar Decay. She knew it was a death sentence.

But Miqeila did not take Lana home. Having depended on Xavier for so long, Miqeila established a small modeling company. Although it was called a "modeling" company, it was really an establishment of entertainment. Miqeila was the madame, relying on Xavier's connections to send young models to the bosses of big companies and get hefty compensation from it in the process.

He walked away from the bed before coming back with some type of medicine in his hand. "This will help your bruises heal faster," Milan muttered as he carefully placed the ointment on the forming bruises. I hissed in pain as he touched my bruises. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. Milan sighed before answering. "Because you're a fucking innocent kid. I should've realized that sooner," he said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You're not fit for this world. It's just unfortunate that you're Lorenzo's one and only heir and now you're being forced into this life. I know exactly what that feels like and it doesn't feel great seeing other people go through the same," he said.

“Funny. You’re always running toward the wrong girl, aren’t you?” “I don’t know what you are,” I growled, “but you made a mistake coming here.” “Oh,” she purred, “but this isn’t a fight.” She held up her hand and from the darkness stepped Mia. But not like before. She was cloaked in shadow, her eyes glowing faint silver-blue. Something wrapped around her wrist—a chain forged of blackened bone, pulsing with light. “What is that?” Lila breathed behind me. “The bond,” Rowan said grimly. “She’s trying to forge a false one.”

Knowing that Sirius had left to buy a new dress for her, Myka smiled at the mirror and mumbled, “Sirius, I’m not worthy of your kindness.” Ten minutes later, Sirius came back with a bag and handed it to Myka. “I don’t know what style you like, so I asked my assistant to buy three dresses. Just change into whichever you like. I’m going out now.” Once Myka finished changing, she went out. Sirius then removed the “Under Maintenance” plate away from the entrance. Myka was not expecting herself to have anything to do with Estelle in the present timeline. No matter what, she had to take revenge for the sake of her baby from the original timeline and for herself as well.

I whispered. Her eyes went wide with shock. "I start cleaning the blood off your face," she said instead and I loved this woman even more. She was one of the best actresses ever. She would have exclaimed or suddenly gone quiet and this would have alerted Circe but she did neither of them and went back to treating me. "What does she want then?" Tania asked. I inhaled sharply as I watched her clean my wounds while I groaned slightly. "She only wants revenge on all werewolves. They destroyed her back then and she wants to return the favor. She thinks us hybrids a mistake despite bringing us into this world," I explained.

“Well, child, there you have it. There is nothing to fear. You shall thrive in a new place while I shall spend the twilight of my life in solitude and peace.” Relief instantly flooded Monique as she glanced back and forth between Jacqueline and Belinda. It didn’t occur to Raina that it was strange that a shop like this that felt traditional and ancient still operated here in such a modern place. She frowned, wondering instantly why Mia here in the first place. “What did Mia want?” she finally asked, causing the ladies to look over at her. “Do you happen to know what she needed the ingredients for?” Monique sighed. “The ingredients are for old world traditions very much like the moon tea Beli

The moment he felt judged, Mira’s comforting voice echoed in his mind—You deserve peace… and happiness. He brushed past Damien without another word. And Damien stood there, helpless, realizing he was losing him. --- Revania’s Perfect Trap Meanwhile, in her private apartment, Revania—still Mira beneath the newly sculpted face—examined a velvet jewelry box with trembling excitement. Inside it lay a ring. Not just any ring. A nearly perfect replica of Almira’s engagement ring—the one Argan once gave with trembling hands and hopeful eyes. Revania traced the diamond with her fingertip, her reflection in the glass gleaming with satisfaction.

"I'm just saying. It's all the buzz in the corporate circles. Micah put the hammer down on Rowena for trying to bribe a board member in that perfume investment mess. Turns out, you lost out because of her dirty tricks. Micah slapped her with a hefty fine, and from what my sources tell me, he even reached out to Raulf with the investment to make things right for you. Though by then, Kieran had already jumped on board with Silver Moon Scents." I stop my mouth from hanging open. My heartbeat thunders with every word that’s coming out of Antonia’s mouth. "And here's the kicker," she continues, "Micah hooked Raulf up with one of his contacts to handle most of the raw materials for your perfume li