Mirabel Feet Novels & Stories

Mirabel said with a smirk and deep her hand into the pocket of her trousers. She brought out a bottle and placed it on the table. She slides her finger into the other pocket but it was empty. She searched the trouser endless but it was empty. "What the fvck?". She cursed. "What's the problem, Did a frog get into your pant?". "Shut the fvck up!". She raged running her fingers through her hair. . . . Xayne fell off Shane weakly and covered herself with the duvet. "Are you off to sleep?". He asked when she shut her eyes.

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

She closed her eyes and tears fell but she quickly wiped it away. “Dad’s coming, baby. Don’t worry,” Mirabelle said as if she tried to convince the child inside her womb. But Mira knew Mirabelle was trying to convince herself. Her body was growing thinner. Her cheekbones became visible. Surviving only on bread and water, Mirabelle wasn’t receiving the nutritious foods as she should be. She needed those to survive and keep herself healthy but at the current state, she would never receive the foods she needed.

She turned, and answered immediately, “Yes, hubby.” “I have been wondering.” “Wondering over what, my dear?” “I wish to know, why do you address the King and Queen as your grandfather and grandmother? Are they not your biological parents?” Mirabel laughed softly, and explained, “It was actually my fault. My grandmother, I mean my mom, had corrected me severally, but I kept making the same mistake.” Alfred smiled, and asked, “Where did you get the word from? Does she have other grandchildren apart from Aurora and Julie?”

This couldn’t be real. “Long time no see, ex-husband,” Mirabel said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she removed her dark sunglasses. Her gaze pierced through him, unwavering and cold. She crossed the room in slow, deliberate strides, each step echoing like a countdown to his demise. The clack of her heels against the marble floor sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

Mirabel closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, preparing her innocent mind to become wild and adjust to her new environment. She walked onto the stage with a newfound determination. All eyes were fixed on her as she was the newest, and obviously the most beautiful of all the exotic dancers. Her lighter skin shade made her stand out from the rest of the ebony strippers. Her fleshy thighs and small waist contributed significantly to her curvy figure. The other girls began to perform around the poles, skillfully spinning and twirling with expertise. Mirabel was confused on where to start so she went under the spotlight and began to twerk. She did the styles she was familiar with; the one she w

“This poison… it shouldn’t have affected her like this. But that’s not the strangest part.” “What’s the strangest part?” I asked, my voice low and filled with danger. Mirabel hesitated, then leaned closer to Elara, inspecting her with a renewed vigor. “There’s something… different about her,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. And then she froze, her eyes widening further. “Oh, Goddess,” she breathed. “Alpha, come look at this.”

“Max, I’ve been ready for months. I just want her out so I can walk again without waddling like a stuffed duck.” “I heard that,” Mirabelle called out. I shot her a playful glare. “Yeah, yeah—easy for you to say. You’re not even tall, and you still look like you belong on a runway in those Gucci heels.” I eyed her shoes like they’d personally offended me. Mirabelle narrowed her eyes playfully and tossed me a grin as she strutted past us to go make herself a plate. Before she could even reach for anything, Maximus was already behind her, taking the plate right out of her hands and starting to pile food onto it himself.

A minute later, I heard voices—Mirabel’s laugh first, unmistakable, carrying on the wind, footsteps on gravel, and the low murmur of the staff greeting them. The gates were fully open now. Mirabel appeared first, practically skipping towards me, her dark hair flying, coat flapping open, and a massive duffel slung over one shoulder despite the help coming toward her. “Dad!” She screamed and increased her pace, practically running towards me.

“Did your assistant pick these shoes? They’re way too big. No wonder your feet hurt.” Miranda sighed softly. They were in Europe, after all. Even among young women, her feet were considered small, typically requiring a size 5.5 shoe, and even those were often a bit too large. European high heels, even in the smallest available size, felt like oversized slippers to her. Jackson carefully removed her heels, setting them aside. Her feet were slightly swollen from standing so long, but they were still small, pale, and delicate, like freshly peeled lotus seeds.