Mirabel Angry Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

she said with a smile, “but they do it because it’s their job. Dad does it because he loves you, because he worries about you, and because he’s afraid that one of your mischiefs might get you hurt.” “Is that why he gets mad sometimes?” “Yes,” she answered without hesitation, “even if it’s hard to believe, sometimes fear disguises itself as anger. But don’t confuse that with love. Dad loves you very much, Cami. Very, very much.” The last memory came later, when I was sixteen and beginning to understand that the world isn’t fair—only consistent in its own way. A classmate had stolen money from Kate, and I was furious, demanding punishment, immediate justice—almost revenge.

Lucy said in an angry tone. "Clearly referring to you? I doubt so, but if the shoe fits in, who am I to pull it off, I hope you gladly put it on" Mirabel said and sat back in her seat to piss them off by showing that she didn't give a damn about whatever they wanted to do. "Wow... I can see you've grown some feathers" Stella said, making sounds with her tongue. "Grown feathers? I don't think so, do I look like a bird to you?" Mirabel questioned with raised brows, she didn't wait for Stella's response before she went on with reading her scripts and completely ignored their presence.

Gerald nodded and poured out smoke from his mouth. “You don’t need to apologize, Harry. I didn’t mess with her. She was my favorite employee who cared about me and I liked her. She is a great person “. I nodded and sat straight. “What about you? Why were you so angry? Mira ? Kaira? Dubai?”, he counted his words like numbers. I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. He was right, I couldn’t explain exactly what got me angry. “I was quite upset with you over Mira’s case and this incident intensified everything and like a volcano, I erupted”.

I drew the blanket up his chin and then I kissed him on his forehead before walking out of his room and quietly closing the door. I was about to walk to my room when I noticed Mirabel talking to someone over the phone and she looked pretty angry. I wanted to ignore the call but my legs had a mind of their own as they started walking to where she was. “ Do something, just fucking do something," she said in anger as she started pacing. “ Don't tell me that, are you insane? It's been…no, no, fuck off, you're annoying the hell out of me,” Who was she talking to and most importantly what was she talking about?

“Burn this.” The girl let out an anguished moan then lay down, weeping, her back to him. Mathios left her for a few moments while he oversaw the destruction of the herbs. He returned to the pallet and knelt beside it. “Merewyn, look at me.” “I hate you,” she sobbed. “You are vile, and a brute, and—” “Turn over and look at me,” he commanded. “Now.” She obeyed. Her eyes were reddened from crying, her expression one of despair rather than hatred, though he considered it a near run thing.

Mirabel yelled in anger. I held Mirabel back as she attempted to walk away. "You don't have to be mad about this. We are just looking out for you, Mirabel." She rolled her eyes, removing my hand from her arm. I exchanged gazes with Kim, telling her with my eyes to apologize. "I'm sorry, Mirabel. I'm just looking out for you and I don't want you to do something we will regret later. I'm sorry if I sounded disrespectful, I didn't mean to do that," Kim apologized sincerely.

Not enough to choke me, but enough to remind me who was in control. My breath hitched. My body froze, caught between fear and something I couldn’t name. “Luca—” I whispered, my voice trembling. His smirk deepened as he pulled me closer, his face so near that his breath brushed against my lips. His eyes burned into mine, dark and unreadable. “Tell me, Mirabelle…” he murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse. “Do you hate me enough to kill me… or want me enough to keep me alive?”

she said firmly, trying not to stare at his naked chest—look lower, as his smirk always deepened every time her eyes accidentally flickered down. “Sure you don’t,” he murmured, his voice dripping with teasing satisfaction. “That’s why you’re still sitting on the bed and staring at my cock.” She blinked, realizing she hadn’t moved. “Oh, shut up.” He laughed again, deep and low. Mirabella jumped up from the bed, snatching her pillow and throwing it at him. He caught it easily and grinned. “Physcho,” she muttered as she made her way to the door. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching her go. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry, baby.”

I kind of liked that. "Someone will miss you way more than I do." She was talking about Evangeline. She heard me back when I started to the mirror and begged her. She brought me back to life when I didn't want to. "I wanted to stay," I yelled at her as she whimpered and got off of me, the nurses came in and I kept yelling at Evangeline, the heartbroken look on her face made me even more angry at myself. My death could have been peaceful, why the fuck did she wake up and away from my mom?