Mirabel Cosplay Novels & Stories

I mumbled off-key All of a sudden, her shadow lingered over me. Now my head was messing with me, I didn't remember seeing Mira in a red dress. Not only is red my favorite color, but I love how much the dress hugged every part of Mira's body. Pinching myself hard on the knee. I tried to call myself back to order. “What's wrong?” She whispered seductively, leaning towards me with her boobs almost jumping out of the dress. I leaned back into the chair, wishing I could disappear right into it. “Can you return to your seat, please.”

But this woman standing in front of me was different; she oozed money, her dress, her jewelry, her perfume, everything screamed wealth. "What are you doing here?" I asked Come, she held my hands, trying to drag me out of the store; I refused, pulling my hand away from hers. "Please, Mirabel, I will explain; just follow me," she begged. "Fine," I replied following her. She walked straight to the blue Mercedes-Benz from earlier, a man opened the door, and we both got in. "So answer my question," I demanded, sounding irritated. She moved closer to me, placed her hand on my shoulder, her eyes filled with warmth, "I'm here for you Mirabel, wipe your tears."

As I entered the bathroom, the smile on my face faded. I dropped the sheets to the ground as soon as I shut the door and went to the large mirror, only to find h*ckeys all over my body. "Crazy," I said, looking at my body, which had h*ckeys on my neck, breasts, and legs. "Didn't he have dinner?" I said, indicating Damien, given that I appeared to be his dinner last night instead. Afterwards, I exited the bathroom wearing the clothes he had provided for me. It was a long black gown with a bad b*tch vibe to it. It was worn with new black heels, a hat, gloves, and diamond earrings. Everything was black, from head to toe. "Is black his favorite color or something...? ”

She raised her hand and fixed a rebellious lock of hair in front of her eyes. She sighed softly as she calmed down. She and Mirabelle really looked like two drops of water and she had the chance that nobody had: She was the look-alike of a princess and she should take advantage of it. She always knew how to differentiate her professional life from her personal life, so that's what she had to do... She was Mirabelle d'Orient, a princess and she should behave like one... Two knocks were heard at her door. She hurriedly closed the dressing room and took a good posture before allowing the one who had just knocked to enter... It was her two maids. Mila and Zora. Mirabelle had told her about them.

"I saw a dress earlier and now that I think about it, it'll look very good on me." "But..." "No buts. Please hold this and follow me." She grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me behind her and to where she had seen the dress. "Yes!" She exclaimed when she saw the dress. It was a stripped summer chiffon dress with roll-up sleeves. "Don't you have that already?" I nodded my head in the direction of the dress she wanted. "I think I've seen it before." Mirabel turned to me. "That was a strappy plunge bodycon dress." She rolled her eyes. "They are in no way similar."

Mirabelle slowly raised her head up and the girls got a look of who she was. "Are my eyes deceiving me or am I imagining things," Maya wiped her eyes, looking surprised. "I guess the same thing is happening to both of us," Naya also wiped her eyes, disbelievingly, her fury disappearing in just a second of seeing Mirabelle's face. "Mirabelle?" Naya called, sounding uncertain and she hid her face again, embarrassed. "It's definitely Mirabelle," Maya affirmed looking certain but shocked. "But how or why is she dressed as a maid?" Maya muttered and Naya giggled, finding the situation funny

With pleading eyes and desperate voice, she said, “I want to be as powerful as you are. Please, make me like you.” Mirabel had other intentions. First, she needed to prove to Amber that no matter who or what she is, she is still going to make her life a living hell_ that is if she tries to kill her one day. And it is because she does not want to die just yet that she wants to become immortal like them. At least, she will be able to defend herself from any outside threat and live some good amount of years. She feels like she is important to the world and there are some things she needs to achieve.

she said. "Yes, Mariposa. We'll watch. You're great too, go ahead and be careful!" "Don't worry we're only here when you need back up. The beauty of your new prosthetics, can abort jaws when seen by men," said by one of her colleagues. "All right, I'll be out. It's up to you to pay the club manager." Mariposa came out. She was wearing a fitted red dress that was above the knee, suitable for her because her whiteness was more pronounced.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Her purple dress glinted brightly and everyone couldn't help taking a peek. Ivy sighed, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. It's too early for a headache! "Hey! Director, do you know I am the lead actress?" Mirabel arrogantly asked. She chased one of the actors from a chair and sat on it. She removed her dark sunglasses and swerved her hair in a sophisticated manner. For some seconds, Ivy was wiped out of her feet. She could attest to the fact that Mirabel isn't an ordinary woman. She has ravishing skin and a captivating face. Any man in his right sense would run after her to make her his wife. She accepted she was no match for her.