Mirabel Dad Encanto Novels & Stories

Diane said as we stride steadily to our class room. "Oh, I guess it's Mirabel right? Her elder sister.” "Yes, the one who went to stay with their father.” Marvel was a product of single parenting, her parents had divorce when they were little and she had stayed with her mother because then, she was just three years old while Mirabel went with their father.

When she returned to her small room exhausted, she felt someone was inside. Mrs. Mirabel had deliberately come here and cooked a meal for her in the kitchen. No need to say how heartbroken Bianca felt. Bianca leaned against the door frame and called her mother with difficulty. Mrs. Mirabel turned to look at her with a pained expression. "I know you have grievances, but I can't reject your father... I can only come here to cook for you. Please don't blame your parents." Bianca wasn't resentful; she rushed to hug Mrs. Mirabel tightly.

I came back to the present and found Mirabel still standing in my apartment, still watching me with an expression that showed she knew she had already won and was waiting for me to catch up. "This is crazy," I said. "I'm not doing that." Her expression shifted. The warmth dropped out of it completely. "Think about your brother's hockey dreams," she said. "I have connections at that academy. One phone call and Mateo never plays at that level again." God! I hated that voice! "You will do no such thing, Mirabel." "Watch me do it, then." She said it without a flicker of hesitation. "I'm not making empty threats, Carmen. You know me better than that."

"Alright then, let's be on our way, where's your brother? He asked. "I think he's in his room, reading or so, I'd go and get ready then" she said leaving the sitting room for her room. Mirabels dad looked very worried and troubled. He was always frowning lately. He sighted heavily sitting on the sofar as he waited for her. He was so full of thought, from the doctors report the his wife was not getting any better and it was all his fault. As if that was not enough he was trying his best to be the best father and lead his children in the right way of God, he wanted them to be strong without any form of weakness. He hated some of their weakness, perhaps they would have been better if they were

Elijah pouted and rubbed his arm, " Ouch, I'm sorry I couldn't differentiate them but from now I'm never going to make that mistake." " Good!" She flashed him a toothy smile and swiped on the iPad. " Now who's this? You better know who she is." She made a small fist. Elijah squinted and scratched, " Erm, is this Mirabel from Encanto." My jaw dropped, how did he know Mirabel? Encanto was a relatively new Disney cartoon, wow, I was impressed. She nodded and clapped her hands, " Good job, one good star for you." She placed a star-shaped waffle on his plate and he beamed, flashing his pearly whites.

She wanted to replace me, replace you. I couldn't let that happen. Not because I didn't believe the child deserved a father, but because Mirabel made threats. Against you, my darling boy. She said if your father didn't leave me and marry her, she would make sure you never inherited anything. That you would suffer for his sins.

What if it wasn’t my dad, just because he wanted the crown to be in our family doesn’t mean he would kill. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. What do I expect you’re his son so I was expecting you to defend him.” She was coughing gently trying not to cry. “So you joined forces with Mirabella for what? To take me down? Isn’t that stupid? Is that what your parents would have wanted for you? Do you know who Mirabella is? She is a manipulator, a witch and you’re a werewolf, you guys don’t go well together. She doesn’t care about your parent’s death or about your loss, she only wants to use you as her toy so she can rule.” I said with a very serious look on my face.

Mirabel called, not liking how her grandpa was speaking about her dad. “You fell sick, no money to pay for your treatment, your daughter dropped out of school to care for you, and trust me, if she didn’t have a grandpa who is rich like me, maybe you’d be gone and she’d be depressed somewhere now, so how do you like that?” “I…”

Rena insisted, her little fingers working determinedly to pull the covers away. Mirabella sighed in exhaustion, catching her daughter and pulling her into her arms. She kissed the top of her head. “Baby, come here. Let’s sleep more. I know you miss your godfather, grandpa Owen, but you’ve never called him dada before.” She chuckled lightly, her voice groggy but tender. Rena struggled in her arms to set herself free, slipping down from the bed with surprising speed and determination. “Careful now, you…” Mirabella’s words cut off as her sleepy eyes finally focused on the huge figure in the doorway.

“Why wouldn't they fight? They're in a cursed relationship, bringing an abomination into the world! They brought disgrace on us.” Helen slammed her fork down. “Don’t you dare call our grandchild that, Sandra! Say it again and you’re out of my house!” My dad leaned forward, his face was red with anger. “You're delusional. Supporting this... this disgusting act? Mirabel needs to fix this. Abort that thing and confess her sins. She's meant to be a nun. She must return to the convent!” Richard shot back. "That ship's sailed! There's a baby now. We handle this like adults."