Mirabel Pictures Novels & Stories

“You? Focusing on yourself? Since when?” Mirabel let out a small sigh, her gaze drifting away for a moment. “Since I had to.” David frowned. “Had to? What does that mean?” She looked back at him, her eyes softer now, but there was still a weight behind them. “I was pregnant ten years ago, David.” His eyes widened. “What?” Mirabel nodded, her voice steady but low. “I was pregnant. And the child you saw with me today... that’s my son.”

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

Mirabel stood in the dressing room, staring at her frustrated reflection. Ladies walked to and fro, half-naked. There were different sizes of a*s bouncing and br**sts jiggling. She looked at a thin lady beside her, who turned her small a*s to the mirror and shook her tiny waist. "How did I get here? How did my decent life turn into this?" Mirabel cried within herself.

The wet fabric clung obscenely to her skin, outlining every curve. But he wanted more. “Take it off,” he commanded, his voice low and rough as he leaned back in the chair. “All of it. Slowly. I want to see every inch of what you’ve been hiding from me.” Mirabel’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She stood up on shaky legs, moving back slightly so he could watch. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her silk blouse one button at a time, letting it fall open to reveal a lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

“Always so formal. You used to be warmer with me, remember? Those summers at the estate when Marc would leave us to our own. We made quite the pair even then.” Before I could respond, Mirabelle appeared near the staircase, still in her maid uniform, trying to slip past quietly as if she could blend into the shadows. She carried a tray with fresh linens, her dark hair tied back neatly, but those brown eyes flicked toward us for just a moment. Valerie noticed her too, her smile tightening at the corners.

Mia POV The silence after Orion’s smug little “Busted” sat heavy in the cave. Mirabel’s golden eyes didn’t waver. The boy at her side smirked faintly, arms crossed like he’d been enjoying the show the whole time. The younger girl tilted her head, wide-eyed, studying me like I was some puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. Finally, Mirabel straightened. “Names, then. If we’re to waste our time with you, we may as well do it properly. I’m Mirabel. That’s Draven.” She nodded toward the boy. “And the little one is Lena.”

CHAPTER TWO Mirabel’s brows flinched before her eyes began to move beneath her lids then she coughed out hard before she finally opened her eyes wide and just stared at the sky for a while. Everything that had happened slowly came back to her as she slowly remembered it all and she sighed before she closed her eyes again while palming her face. After a while of wallowing in her grief, she decided it was time to get up and do something because nothing was going to change if she kept on laying there on the ground.

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. *****

She seemed nervous but composed as she stepped forward. “Good day, Mr. Fox. My name is Mirabel Lauren.” She announced. “According to your resume, you are a former designer at Acelux jewelry company.” I divulged with a straight face. “Yes, sir,” Mirabel responded. “Let's see your work, Ms. Lauren,” I said, gesturing to the table. Mirabel opened her folder and carefully laid out her sketches. The designs are delicate yet daring–silver frameworks intertwined with natural elements: vines, dewdrops, small birds and leaves sculpted with glass and emerald.

Mirabel had received a text from Jotham telling her to dress up for dinner and come meet him at the address he sent. Her best guess? He was going to break up with her publicly. Rightfully so. The game was coming to an end, but not for Mirabel. She had one last move to make on the chessboard. That day, she took extra care of her makeup and her hair. She’d cry, it was an easy task for her. It was staying pretty while that was the work, she had to look flawless in her pictures.