Mirabel Feet Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

I closed my eyes and the memories of that night played back in my mind like I was in a cinema but the difference was that I was watching my life on a screen. It was on a Tuesday morning and I had just finished scrubbing Gerald's bathroom floor when he walked in with his mistress. He tapped her ass and she giggled in response. I looked away and quickly made steps to walk out when he called me. “Mira”. My heartbeat was loud enough for the whole world to hear. I was scared for my life. His voice was terrifying for me,it was my biggest nightmare.

His eyes narrow at them when they laugh at his legs which only seems to heighten his frustration because apparently his feet is muddy too. “I mean that is the reason for the spell though,” Mirabel says. “This is by far not a good first impression,” Grayson thinks to himself. After sometime passes, Mirabel removes the spell, and he is relieved. “Thanks,” he tells her. She just shrugs it off, and says, “Come inside and clean yourself up.” “Why are you letting him come inside?” Iris whispers. “I mean we can use a spell to clean him up so that he can be on his way,” Kimora whispers.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Mirabel yawned as she woke up pretty early because she was feeling really cold, she yawned as she sat upright and noticed that her best friend dragged all the duvet to herself unknowingly in her sleep, Mirabel woke up and saw her best friend sleeping peacefully,she decided to step down from the bed carefully, she tried to be gentle as much as she could be so as not to wake her best friend or disrupt her sleep, the drugs she forced her best friend to take the previous night is what is making her sleep this deep and she is fully aware or that.

Mirabel boasted with a smile. "Ok, I'll take you to him" Axel reasoned with her as a proud smile crossed his lips. Well, at least she acknowledged that to his face, although drunk. "Serious?" Mirabel's face brightened as she heard his words "Ok, wait!" she ordered and bent down a little to her shoes. She removed her shoes and held them in her hands, she was now barefoot standing in Axel's front and he could only wonder how the alcohol had quickly taken an effect on her.

“Alright… I’ll meet you down there.” Mirabel closed the door and quickly stripped. She picked the most provocative swimsuit she had packed, a tiny red bikini that barely contained her massive tits. The top was two small triangles of fabric that struggled to cover her areolas, the strings thin and tied loosely. The bottoms were high-cut, riding up her thick ass cheeks and showing a lot of skin. She took off her medicated glasses and left them on the dresser. Without them, her face looked softer, prettier, more vulnerable.