Mira Movie Netflix Novels & Stories

"But I do love a woman who knows what she wants." Mira’s laugh is low, dark. "Oh, I know exactly what I want." Her hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back until my throat is bared, vulnerable. Alaric’s breath hitches…he likes this. The realization sends a sick, hot thrill through me. His fingers dig deeper into my flesh, almost lifting me off my toes as Mira’s other hand slides between my legs, palm flattening over my cunt through the fabric. "And right now," she purrs, "I want to watch you fuck her while she chokes on my cunt."

~SARA~ I blink. What the hell just happened? Mira lunges for the laptop, shoving the tech guy aside. Her eyes dart frantically across the screen as if staring hard enough will somehow alter what just played. “This—” she points at the screen, her finger trembling. “This can’t be real. She must have left the kitchen to switch her food. That food isn’t hers!” Mrs. Ford pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head slowly. “How would that be possible, Mira? The video clearly shows her helping to put out the fire.”

“What do you want, Mira?” “Simple.” Mira’s eyes moved over me slowly. “I want in. You three played with her in public. Now I get to watch you finish what you started. Private room upstairs. Twenty minutes. I delete the video after. Or I send it to every booker you work with before sunrise.” Lila swore under her breath. Quinn’s hands curled into fists. Raven looked at me for a long second, searching my face. I nodded once. Mira smiled wider and turned. “Follow me.”

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

She could still remember the look on his face when she did it, and the way he looked in the rearview mirror as the taxi drove away. It was him. There was no mistaking it. ‘But… does he recognize me?’ ‘Or am I the only one who knows?’ She didn’t know if he recognized her as well. His expression was carefully impassive, and she couldn’t read it at all. There were no signs of amusement or displeasure. Just no emotion at all. It was like seeing a different side of Michael McGregor.

There was that familiar silence on the line, the kind that meant Mira’s brain was still working through angles I hadn’t considered. “Okay,” Mira said slowly, drawing the word out. “I’m going to say something, and you’re not allowed to get offended.” I smiled faintly. “That’s usually when I should get offended.” “Don’t let that care turn into something else.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me.” “Mirabella” “I mean it,” Mira pressed on. “High-stress situations? Dramatic wills? Protective men storming into the night? That is prime emotional-impulse territory.”

She braced for pain, instinctively raising an arm to shield herself. Instead… The office door burst open wide. Scarlet blinked in disbelief. “Mira?” she breathed. Mira stood there like she’d walked in from a casual errand...not a warzone. Her face was pale, her eyes shimmering like moonlit water, but beneath that soft exterior was something razor-sharp. She didn’t look at Scarlet. Not at first. Her gaze locked directly onto one of the hefty men. Her eyes changed...deepened. Darkened. “Go back home,” Mira said, voice low but unnervingly calm. “Take your men with you. You never met me.”

Kira and I jerked away from each other and to my utmost annoyance, Mira was the one at the door looking livid. “Have you lost your mind, Mira? Why did you make such an entrance?” I asked, holding Kira down with my hand when she attempted to stand up. I saw Mira's eyes lock on the location of my hand. “I should be asking you what you are doing with that slut!” She screamed. Kira gasped, staring at me. “What is she talking about?”

Mira also invested time to binge watch movies with her. Hell, the girl was determined to win Lisa’s heart. But Lisa’s heart hadn’t yielded yet. She still harbor hatred and thoughts of revenge in her heart despite Mira’s plea to let go. Now, Mira’s here for a visit. She came immediately after shooting her scene at Brazzers. Opening the door, Lisa took Mira in and saw her carrying shopping bags. “Hey…” Mira gushed as she kissed Lisa’s lips. “Hi…what are those?” Lisa asked, eyes trained on the bags.

~Iris POV The sun had just begun to dip behind the western hills, casting long amber streaks through the tall windows of my private chambers. Mira sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the velvet sofa, a small smirk on her face as she held a video tape in her hands. I raised an eyebrow, curious and slightly wary. “You brought this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “I did,” Mira said, shrugging casually. “Thought you might want to see… how your little wolves are doing.”