Mirabel Angry Novels & Stories

“Look, young lady, you would not make it home in that state. You would definitely pass out on the road…” “I won’t,” she said, cutting him off, “I can handle it.” “Why are you so stubborn!” “I honestly don’t want to have anything to do with you right now, just let me be.” She was beginning to get angry again. He sighed heavily in exasperation, then stumped into his car, turned the ignition, and drove off. He didn’t get quite far though, because as soon as he left, she fell to the ground, on all fours. This he saw through his side mirror.

I studied his facial expression and noticed he looked pissed. And voicing my thoughts, I asked "What is it?" He raised his dark eyes to mine, and I nearly gasped at the intensity of them. They were dark and dangerous, and they pinned me to the bed. I stared back deeply into his eyes, not blinking. His wide-ranging eyes clashed with mine as I waited for him to respond. "I had interrogated the man who shot me." He says trying to control his anger. "I'm just pissed by what he said. That's all, bambina."

His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, burning with a fire that seemed to scorch the air around us. "Do you even have any idea what you just did?" he bellowed, his voice cracking with incredulity. The words hung in the air like a challenge, a demand for answers that I wasn't sure I had. The weight of his anger was crushing, making my mind reel as I struggled to process the intensity of his emotions. "I-I didn't even do anything," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, the words trembling on my lips as I struggled to speak.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

Mirabelle stood there, looking at me with pain etched across her face, her anger evident as her chest heaved. “Percival, are you seriously going to do that? Maxim likes me! I cannot have a mate! Nixx will not help me, so what am I supposed to do!?” she cried, her vulnerability evident. It was unsettling to see her standing there in nothing but her underwear, and I felt a twinge of unease. Running my hands through my hair, I let out a sigh, trying to find the right words. I met her gaze, searching for a way to ease her frustration. “Hey, Mirabelle, looks like you are expecting!”

He didn't answer her and only gave off a heavy sigh, staring at the dull walls emptily while she continued to explain herself. "But what's with the strong reaction? We just had a good time the other day," she asked frantically with anxiousness painted all over her face. Her forehead held multiple creases, her eyebrows frowning, her frenzied eyes looking at him widely and her lips were wide agape. "I'm sorry if I didn't realize that you were serious. But come on, don't get mad at me. You didn't have to embarrass me earlier too," she continued to ask and almost made Adler raise his brows, thinking of how superficial she was. He knew that she knew that he refused her but she continued teasing h

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

“Forget what you saw in my office. Forget the fangs. Forget all of it.” You came to work today, did all your duties and went back home. “His eyes were wide opened Mireya blinked. And then she frowned. “What?” she whispered. Did something enter your eyes? Lucien’s eyes widened. Just slightly. Just enough. “Forget,” he repeated, harder this time. “You didn’t see anything. You came upstairs, dropped off files, and left. That’s all.” Mireya shook her head slowly. “No,” she said. “I saw you. I saw your fangs. I saw….”

she said, her tone friendly. “I’m not here to sit,” Mirabel replied coldly. “I’m here to warn you again.” “What’s the matter this time?” Susan asked, maintaining her politeness. “Are you seriously asking this, you whore?” Mirabel spat, causing Susan’s face to flush with embarrassment. “Why can’t you just leave us alone and move on with your life? You’re ruining my son’s happiness.” “Please, Mira, let’s talk about this calmly,” Susan pleaded.

And she doesn't have any idea why,so she frowned at her. "What is wrong with you Mary?" "What's wrong? You're not even excited to see the most eligible billionaire in New York?" Her friend said with another shriek. Amanda just shook her head in frustration. She doesn't have the luxury of meeting one,and even if she did, she's not interested. The chef is done with her order already so she picked up the tray and is ready to go out. Still shaking her head when she heard Mary commenting on how lucky she is. To which,all the people inside the kitchen agreed on the affirmative.