Mirabel Cosplay Novels & Stories

Her hair was dripping wet cause she had washed it. She walked to the table in the room filled with cosmetics and colognes of different brands, Mirabel took the hair dryer to blow dry her wet hair. After that she walked to the bed and picked up the box, opening it, she saw a red bright dress paired with a red purse and black stiletto heels. Mirabel brought out the dress and that's when she saw that it was an off-shoulder knee-length dress, it was extremely stunning!

Sonia's face flashed with astonishment and panic the instant she laid eyes on Candice. She instantly concealed it with a forced smile and questioned, "Candice, why are you here?" Candice was equally surprised. Sonia appeared different than before. Her image of the innocent girl next door had vanished. She now wore thick makeup, complete with cat eyes. Sonia had also had her straight hair permed into huge curls. Her attire was overly sensuous and ill-fitting. The new look made her look like a child dressed up in adult attire.

It means it’s only a matter of time before I get exposed. Oh my goodness! I’ve been a fool. I have let my lust consume me. I need to stop this now before it is too late. I suddenly looked around my environment. I was surrounded by a place that looked like a mini library but with books scattered around. I wondered why this place looks so disorganized. Suddenly, my eyes caught something. It was a picture of Mirabel in a glass frame. Although, the glass was cracked, she was obviously the one. She didn’t look white like a ghost. Her cool toned skin was bright and plump. She had more flesh and her face looked radiant.

He cursed under his breath, wondering if all his carefully laid plans were about to come to nothing. Italy, a few days later. "Oh my God. Mirabella, this just isn't me, this is is....." Miah sighed, looking at herself in the mirror with critical eyes. "You're not supposed to be you, you're supposed to be me—at least in appearance!" Mirabella argued. "You can't show up in some cheap outfit when I was supposed to choose a new wardrobe for you before the wedding and give you the money for it. I'll have to give you almost all my clothes to pull off this disguise."

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,

Mirabel's eyes did not stop staring at something only her seemed to be seeing. The doctor had told Mira that Mirabel was staring off into space because she was still in shock but that she would be okay. She should keep her warm and massage her feet and hands,to give her warmth and the drugs would ease the pain she might be feeling in her body. That was the much he could do for them. Mira gave Mirabel the drugs as the doctor had instructed and she led her to sleep in the flat bed which was the only one they had in the room.

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

The Beta couple had already greeted our guests, and the Omegas were serving refreshments. I greeted Alpha Caleb, a tall, broad-shouldered man in his forties, but my eyes locked on Mirabel. She was tall, with an hourglass figure, wearing a short blue bodycon dress that clung to every curve. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large breasts stood firm, her nipples visible through the fabric. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her vivid blue eyes watched me with curiosity and interest. She was sipping tea, nibbling on a pastry.

The room is filled with different gaming systems and two large televisions on either side of the room. "You'll find him, and when you do- it'll be hard to leave his sight." I giggle. Mirabel turns to me and gives me a bright smile. Her eyes light up. I can't help but try and guess her age. She has to be my age- or younger. She gives off the surfer girl vibe, and I admire that. She also holds more power than I thought she would. It radiates off of her. I inhale deeply as her smell hits me again. There's a burn in me and I knot my eyebrows. What's wrong with me?