Mira W Novels & Stories

then I watched her face change the moment the surname registered, her eyes sharpened, and she leaned forward and rested her elbow on her knee, “Westwood? Adrian Westwood?” “Yes.” “How?” she said it simply and directly, her eyes fixed on me, “How did Mira, our Mira, end up with Adrian Westwood? She left here and went straight to him? How does that even happen?” I reached over and pulled up the news article on my phone and held it out to her. She took it and stared at the screen for a long moment, the picture of Mira in a wedding dress beside Adrian. “How,” Julie said again, quieter this time, more to herself than to me.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

Sierra wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. Mira broke the hug as she saw Freddy's soul standing in front of her. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at Mira. She walked towards him and cupped his face. "I am so sorry." She said before Freddy's soul disappeared. Covering her face with her palms, Mira started crying. Sierra walked towards Mira and hugged her sister tightly.

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

“She’s dead.” Alternate Mira’s eyes widened. “That's why you were so surprised. I'm so sorry, Mira. I didn't know.” Mira didn't respond. Her eyes flickered as she remembered something. She turned promptly, searching for Lira beside her. When she found her, she shook off Luca’s hold and crossed to Lira. “This is Lira,” She said to Theresa. “She’s my mirror. She was stabbed by the shadows. Mira said you can help.”

It’s Mira, my maid, the only person who’s shown me any kindness since Sebastian dragged me into this nightmare. She’s thirty-five, with gentle brown eyes. Her hair is always pulled back in a neat bun. Mira’s been with me since Sebastian brought her here and since the day she introduced herself as my personal maid. To me, she’s more than a maid. She’s the closest thing I have to a mother in this place, always fussing over me, always trying to make things bearable.

"The world is closing in, little wolf. The demons, the fae, the wolves. Everyone wants a piece of you. Everyone wants to use you." "And what do you want?" She turned, and her smile was razor-sharp. "I want to make sure you don't get used," she said. "I want to make sure you're strong enough to fight back. And I want to make sure Aeden doesn't destroy himself trying to protect you." "Who are you?" "My name is Mira." She extended a hand. "And I'm going to teach you how to use those visions. Whether you want to learn or not."

After cleaning the broken tray, Mira excused herself earlier than normal. And the moment she stepped outside the chamber doors— She stopped breathing steadily. Her hands trembled violently. No. She knew what she saw. Twice. Not imagination. Not exhaustion. Something inside that mirror had looked back at her. And smiled. --- That night— Mira avoided mirrors completely. But sleep never came. Because every time she closed her eyes— She saw Elian’s reflection whispering silently through the glass. And somehow— Deep down— She felt certain of one terrifying thing.

I wasn’t sure if he was reassuring me, or warning me. He showed us to a side hallway and left. A woman was waiting by the door. She looked to be in her early thirties, with warm brown skin, soft eyes, and her dark hair braided neatly down her back. There was nothing threatening about her. If anything, she felt like she was more familiar and experienced in this place. “Hi. I’m Mira, an omega. And I'll take you to your rooms.” she said gently. Omega? What's that? I thought to myself.