Mirabel Feet Novels & Stories

Asher has also been very busy because the vampires who escaped are still roaming around. “That’s too harsh,” I said to Mirabel, who was giving me a foot massage. “Sorry, your majesty,” she said, reducing the harshness of her hand. For a tiny thing like her, she is very strong. I am in the garden with Mirabel, Sky and Ivan. Sky and Ivan are playing around while I told Mirabel to give me a foot massage. It has been a really stressful day and Jack went hard on me with the dances, so now my foot is hurting so badly.

Mirabella says with a bright smile but I glared at her. “You almost got hurt Mirabella! How can you be so relaxed?!” I scolded her as she tried to break free from my tight grip but I didn't let go. “I said I'm fine- ouch!” She yelped when her feet touched the ground. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. “I think I sprained my ankle.” She replied and I immediately picked her up in a bridal style. “Easton!” She exclaimed as she tried to wiggle her way out but I didn't let go.

But first, I need to see Mirabelle. When I get in the room, she is not in bed, but I can hear the water of the shower running. As I shred my body from clothing, I give myself a once-off over in front of the tall mirror. With biceps that clench and flex, and abs that tighten with every move, I make my way over to the hot and steamy shower. And hot and steamy is my Mirabelle in nothing but her tiny red lace panties on. Oh, god, I love this blissful torture.

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.

I honestly should have guessed that Mirabel’s definition of a little pampering and my definition would be totally different. She had marched into what could only be described as a luxury oasis within the mansion. I experienced a hot stone treatment, steam facials, and came to find out that there were hair oils made from crushed wolf’s bane, apparently Domininc’ people had figured out that it was safe if diluted. Now here I was, soaking my legs in a rose-petal bath while Mirabel shaped my fingernails. “Trust me, I’ve seen worse. The Beta’s mate once tried to wax her own legs. Let’s just say she walked funny for a week.” Mirabel giggled.

Mirabel staggered before getting back on her feet. She bared her teeth angrily at Connor's wolf and began running towards him with so much speed, her claws out and ready to scratch Connor again. She managed to slash Connor's stomach as she ran past him at speed. Connor's wolf howled out in pain and grabbed her like she weighed nothing. He hit her countlessly until she was already tired and too weak to fight back before throwing her across the room again. Mirabel whimpered when her bones made cracking sounds, she knew at once that she had broken a part of her bone. She tried to stand up but her efforts were futile.

She was going to be a pawn again and honestly, she was tired. “Your bath is ready, my…my lady.” Lily stuttered. Mirabel got up and took a quick bath. Since her father did not even wait for a day to go by before summoning her, her guess was that he had broken all the ceramics in sight due to anger. She got dressed in a simple white long dress. Mary and Anne quickly put her hair up in a tight high bun. She looked at herself in front of the vanity. Her eyes were sunken. Michael always gave her an earful whenever her eyes were sunken, said she was not eating right.

"Wow, Mum.. This looks nice," Mirabelle said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she tried to catch a glimpse of what Regina was making. Peering over the pot, she soon realized she couldn't see through the steam and ingredients. Determined to get a better look, she looked around the kitchen for a stool and spotted one tucked away in a corner. With a mischievous smile, she pulled it over and began to climb up, being mindful of her mother's warning to be careful not to fall.

Mirabel muttered stubbornly, “I would take any chance I get to get him to love me.” “Arrogant swine,you have no use to the master. I have one more mission but before I carry that out,I'd like to remind you Morgana, you were always the second choice.” Suddenly the face behind the voice came into the light and Mirabel looked into a pair of glowing eyes; beautiful and mesmerising– But something was wrong Mirabel looked at her feet as they were unable to move. They felt heavy,like they had been planted firmly to the art itself.

Mirabel smile as she walked normally, she knew the rich strange guy can't see her anymore. One thing I must have forgot to mention, Mirabel steals sometimes when she can't make ends meet. You can't blame her though, life gave it to her hard. You can't play the games if you don't know the rules. She might have learnt the wrong rules but it's still a rule. She followed Adrian to the rest room after wetting herself with alcohol. She intentionally bump into him to steal his wallet but as faith would have it she was able to get his chain too, a golden wrist watch with letter A.