Mirabel Cosplay Novels & Stories

Mirabel’s POV I stared at myself in the mirror, my fingers trailing along the edge of the sink. My reflection looked too... perfect. Too composed. That wouldn’t work. Not for what I needed to do. I grabbed my makeup bag, the plan forming clearly in my head. If people were going to believe me, I had to look the part.

I demanded loudly. "Kain is here with information but I told him to wait before he says anything," Mirabel said calmly. My heart began to thump heavily in my chest. "Please, call him inside." Mirabel called him on her phone, and while we waited for him I took in her outfit. She was dressed in a blue hoodie and black pants. She had makeup on which made me curious. "Are you going somewhere? Why you all dressed up early this morning?" I asked curiously.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she pointed toward the entrance. One by one, everyone’s gaze followed her outstretched hand, their heads turning in unison. Silence fell across the room as their eyes landed on the woman standing at the entrance. It was Mirabel. She stood tall, regal, and powerful, dressed in her iconic red suit and black heels, surrounded by a group of fierce-looking female guards clad in all black. The contrast between Mirabel and her entourage was stark. She looked different, more radiant, more commanding, as if she had transcended the very person they once knew. The air around her seemed to shimmer with her presence, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.

|| Mira || She pulled back slowly, her smile getting wider as she looked me over. Tangled hair, chains, dried blood on my wrists. She was doing that thing people do when they've already made up their mind about something and are just looking for proof. "So this is Mirabel Sloan." "In the flesh," I said. "All of it." A smile spread across her face. "You're smaller than I expected." I smiled right back. "And you're exactly as insecure as I figured. Kissing someone in front of his captive just to feel like you won something. Bold choice."

typical dumb girl you know Audrey adores you and he will never think that about you and besides you didn't asked for the dress he willing got it for you so cheer up my love she said as she holds Stephanie face and Don't you worry, you know me , I am the best friend of the year so I always gat you covered every time"Mirabel said Opening her closet so she could find the perfect shoe and purse for Stephanie to slay After much scattering and ransacking she settled for a silver high heel that fitted Stephanie's gorgeous legs and a pair of silver jewelries to match. she said while smiling give me my credits darling " Mirabel said looking at her best friend in the most amazing way. After they had

For the first time in a long time, Mira felt intrigued. Mirabel Erickson, an 18-year-old 300-level mechanical engineering student, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth brown skin, which she fondly referred to as her "chocolate color," only added to her confident charm. Born and raised in Lagos but of Edo heritage, Mirabel carried herself with a natural grace that often turned heads.

Finally, Mirabel settled for a red sweetheart neckline dress, with a little touch of lip rogue she looks so stunning. "Purffect", Jennifer clapped eyeing Mirabel in admiration as she dropped the makeup kit which Mirabel refused to use on the bed. "Are you sure this will work", Mirabel asked softly for the hundredth time with her voice filled with uncertainty. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror she seemed uncomfortable at her exposed cleavages and thighs. "Yes, I'm sure Mimi. You definitely will get a fake husband with my top-notch plan!" Jennifer reassured. You heard them right.

"Check me out Michal, how do I look?" Mirabella twirled, she wore a long fitted black gown, a brown cross sandals her hair was packed into two buns, Michal applied nude make up on her face she looked good. "Gorgeous." Michal kissed a finger and threw it in the air. "Just that?" "Drop dead gorgeous." "God forbid, I'm not dead. I'm drop alive gorgeous."

She knew she had to learn to adapt, and that too, without the help of Amira. As she walked, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Her dark lingerie only covered her labes and the bra, of course, covered only her n**ples, and a bit extra part of her full t*tties. Behind the curtains, just before the stage, Mirabel stood still while the swarm of ladies walked past her to the center stage. Mirabel closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, preparing her innocent mind to become wild and adjust to her new environment.

But I knew she had an aunt there too. "Thank you Mirabel." I smiled back at her. "You look absolutely beautiful." She smiled even wider twirling around in her green dress. "You all do." I said once the other kids and Mavis reached us. "Well, you clean up nicely." I teased Mavis once she stood in front of us. She'd opted for a dark green flowy dress with white lace trimmings all around. She really did love the lace. She laughed and shook her head, "You're late."