Mirabel Feet Novels & Stories

Mirabel chuckled. Although she was loving her daily glow and well-filled bosom all thanks to pregnancy hormones,moving around was becoming strenuous with her swollen feet and oversized belly. She stretched leisurely in bed which turned into groans of annoyance with the impending task of dressing herself up,she shuffled into thebathroom to freshen up.After her shower,she opted for a yellow floraldress and comfy flops. She stuffed her clutch with any feminineproduct within her reach and joined Hannah in the kitchen.

I was fucking playing right into Mirabelle's card. Fuck!

Giselle swiveled around just as I raised my head to look as well. Mirabelle. I realized with a strange feeling of fear sinking into my heart. A broken vase laid next to her bare feet, she stood frozen, every limb on her seemed to have been glued in place. Her big doe eyes were wide, I saw her lips quiver slightly. Shit! What was Mirabella doing here at this time of the night. "Mira..." I began not knowing what exactly to say to her but she finally moved, she took a single step backwards. Her voice trembled uncontrollably as she spoke, and it sent a tight pang through my chest.

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.

She had only come to appreciate Jared and he held her hands to tease her. But when Mirabel came in, he felt as if he owed her an explanation. And what the heck does that mean? Mirabel smiled, still standing. Jared hasn't offered her a seat,hence she remains on her feet. She was dressed in designers from her blouse down to her pair of shoes,she looked classic and beautiful. Mirabel indeed looked beautiful. She is more like the female Rodrigo in her facial look. Her almond grey eyes on a tall slim physique with a slightly curvy hips.

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.

Aleksandra POV I arrived at my ballet class, my feet moving on autopilot, yet my mind was elsewhere. The complex was a three‑story building with a gym and various rooms for fitness programs. As I entered the building, I noticed a familiar figure at reception. Mirabel was standing there in a sports bra far too small her breasts seemed ready to spill out, and leggings, holding a gym bag. I’d never seen her in the fitness centre before, and her heavy makeup didn’t suggest she was really into exercise.

of surprise at the immensity and beauty of the place. - Close your mouth, will you? And the door too, Kaya. Said Mirabelle behind the line. Kaya made a sigh of annoyance and complied. Mirabelle was used to her negligence... - Take off your sandals... I hate walking in heels on the carpet... She gasped and looked down as she realized she was about to step on the carpet... Honestly... That's enough. Mirabelle knew her far too well and she wanted to admire this masterpiece in peace. She said before hanging up the call with a disgruntled look...

Mirabel sat on the low marble bench beside the entrance, a glass of cold water pressed between her palms. The chill seeped into her skin, grounding her slightly, but her heart was still racing too fast, too loud, as if it hadn’t realized the danger had passed. Or maybe it hadn’t. She took a careful sip. Her hands trembled. Get yourself together, she scolded silently. You’re not a child. But her body refused to listen. Everything about tonight felt unreal.

We did a lot of shopping. My father is filthy rich, so we are allowed to spend as much as we want. We bought a lot of girly stuffs like bags,shoes,dresses,eye glass, e.t.c.. "Enough of the shopping,I'm tired already" I complained.. "But I'm not tired" Mirabel whined. "I like that shoe over there,I'll go get it" Mirabel said and ran off. I laughed shaking my head. Mirabel is a fashion freak, She is crazy about shopping. If I don't stop her we might end up sleeping in this mall.