Mirabel Novelas e Histórias

Her mom said out of irritation. Mirabel really don't like her step-daughter because of how she remind her the first wife of her husband and it's really giving her a hard time. She feels like the real wife rose from the dead to take her place as the original mistress of Montreal's. They're like oil and water that cannot stay in the same place and when heated they just both exploded. " Did you see your brother? Socrates told me that your Brother will come tonight" Mirabel said to Cassandra. Cassandra just boredly look at her mother as she shrugged her shoulder.

“Can you tell me your name?” Morrigan inquired as she stared at the eyes of the child. Those eyes are dark and blank, almost lifeless. A gaze that is all familiar to her. The child didn’t respond to her but instead reached out for a handheld mirror ornate with pearls. “Can you understand me?” She asked. The child looked at her and nodded, after that brief nod the child went back to appreciate the details in the mirror. “Can you talk?” This time even though the child didn’t look at her it timidly nodded its head.

She said. Lucien laughed again while clapping his hands together, as if he was watching an interesting spectacle. "Moonwood. A city ruled by wolves ... Protected by witches ... And inhabited by many humans. Interesting ..." commented Lucien. The breeze hit their facial skin. Another figure came —joined in the midst of the easing of the tension. Leona breathed a sigh of relief when she knew the figure. Loui. The big brother. "Ah. Another Argent." muttered Lucien slightly bitterly. Lucien immediately looked away –avoiding Loui's intense gaze.

It's been a long while I stepped into this room. "That's because you've found a great home amidst the human." I turned back. "Marianna!" I exclaimed as I rushed to embrace her. "Princess Mila" I pulled out of the embrace to stare at her bright smile. "I missed you." I admitted. "I don't think so." She frowned. "What?" I glared at her. "You love the human world more. You do not miss me." She shrugged. "If you did, you'd visit." She completed.

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,

Ella and Lizzy began looking for dresses straight away. "Do you know how long we'll be there?" Ella asked, checking out a cloth. It was a short yellow gown with the top of it torn just to showcase the top part of girls' boobs. "Come to think of it, I never asked. Let me call her" I realised before pulling my phone out of my handbag. R: Hey big sis. K: Hey Riele. What's up? R: I would like to ask, for how long will we be in Miami?

So, we can wait till he reveals. Soon the smoke vanished and Mirabella closed her eyes to jinx the crystal ball to spectate her son. The crystal ball displayed the background image of Frozen Crescent. *****

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.

But Madam Melania wasn’t finished. “What did Raina promise you, Mirabel? What did she offer that was worth betraying this family?” she asked, her tone laced with disappointment and fury. Mirabel shook her head furiously, denying it even as her face betrayed her guilt. Madam Melania gave a small, almost imperceptible nod to one of the soldiers, who stepped forward and slapped Mirabel hard across the face. The sound of it echoed through the room, a harsh reminder of her unforgivable actions.

Louis, usually composed, followed her, her lips parting in awe. Mirabel’s face softened as she took a step toward them, her guarded expression giving way to something raw, something vulnerable. A tear slipped down her cheek as she smiled softly, reaching out to embrace the friends she had missed so dearly. They rushed forward, wrapping their arms around her tightly, as if afraid she would slip away again.