Mirabel Pictures Novels & Stories

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.

Mirabella wasn't there in her lab but I got every information I needed, ranging from pictures to very personal and not so personal belongings. Why would I be getting married to Annabella and they haven't once mentioned her sister? Something to think about. But looking at Mirabella's pictures, I was immediately intrigued. Her eyes. Fuck, her eyes, there're so enchanting, intimidating, phenomenal. One ice cold and the other emerald green—perfection doesn't even explain those irises. She might be identical to Annabella but there's something about this one, something that had me wanting to meet her, something that played with my head so much so I almost asked that she be given to me in marriage

Mirabella laughed as Riana dumped a bowl of cereal on her own head, it was a funny scene as Riana looked like she was about to burst into tears any time soon. "You little witch! How dare you laugh at me." Riana cried out. "I can't help but laugh at Riana, you should see how you look right now." Mirabella teased. "I'll get you for this, remember that!" Riana threatened. Mirabella stuck out her tongue at Riana who tried to get the cereals out of her hair, Mirabella suddenly had an idea. She brought out her phone from her pocket and took a few pictures of Riana.

Mirabel's eyes did not stop staring at something only her seemed to be seeing. The doctor had told Mira that Mirabel was staring off into space because she was still in shock but that she would be okay. She should keep her warm and massage her feet and hands,to give her warmth and the drugs would ease the pain she might be feeling in her body. That was the much he could do for them. Mira gave Mirabel the drugs as the doctor had instructed and she led her to sleep in the flat bed which was the only one they had in the room.

The room is filled with different gaming systems and two large televisions on either side of the room. "You'll find him, and when you do- it'll be hard to leave his sight." I giggle. Mirabel turns to me and gives me a bright smile. Her eyes light up. I can't help but try and guess her age. She has to be my age- or younger. She gives off the surfer girl vibe, and I admire that. She also holds more power than I thought she would. It radiates off of her. I inhale deeply as her smell hits me again. There's a burn in me and I knot my eyebrows. What's wrong with me?

his mouth was sealed shut and his plan to rebuke the person was aborted when he saw the person. It was a trembling, petite woman with a soaked face that contained a complexion pale as a corpse along with glaring sunken eyes, dark eye bags, and blueish, quivering lips. Her long, wet hair that tangled one another shared the color of cognac sparkling in its bottle. Her clothes weren't helping to keep her warm as they were also wet, her spaghetti, white peplum top was too damp to the point that it was sticking tightly into her pale skin that he could see her dark brassier underneath as well as her jeans that were also sticking into her skin in the same degree, Adler could imagine that she would

~048 Echo Chamber The conference room was dark, except for the soft glow of a dozen screens and the pulsing lines of code flowing like blood vessels across each one. Mirabel sat at the head of the table, her hair swept back into a tight braid, fingers flying across a backlit keyboard like she was conducting a symphony. Bella stood behind her, arms crossed protectively across her bump. Xavier hovered nearby, watching the interface unfold with barely concealed tension. "This is more than just data," Mirabel said after a while. "It's an imprint."

“Mirabel? I’ve known her since she was a child. Her father and I go way back. She’s an aspiring model, runs her own boutique business, and comes from pure Gamma blood. She’s strong, sharp, and beautiful. Everything a future leader’s wife should be.” Ben sat up straighter at those words, nodding quickly. “She’s amazing. Seriously, I—I think she’s perfect.” Kael frowned. Mirabel smiled, folding her hands on the table. “Thank you, Ben. That’s sweet,” she said, almost as if she was forcing the words out. Kael didn’t let go. He leaned forward. “And what do you do exactly? Besides modelling and running a boutique?”

“Since you want to deny it so much. Permit me to show them what we did.” Mirabelle's confusion grew imminent. Damien clapped once. The large screen behind the platform lit up, and a video played. Oh. My. lord. Kissing sounds came, and they showed. Damien and Mirabelle taking each other's clothes off. Mirabelle was bold, her eyes filled with lust as she teased him. Her moans grew louder every second. Mirabelle’s jaw dropped in shock. “Turn it off!” she screeched, tears welling up. “I said turn it off now!”

Mirabel bit her lips. “Yes, mother,” she said, but she lied. Mirabel has in fact gotten attached to Ivan, he always teases her any little opportunity he gets, but she ignored him because her mother was keeping tabs on her and she absolutely hated the young wolf so she told her to kill him even though there was no reason to. She faked his death and hid him in a place no one would ever find him. She just wanted her mother’s approval. Then she would run away to another kingdom with him, away from the demons. Mirabel is also a witch and demon hybrid as her father is a warlock so she can fake someone’s death. She just hopes her mother didn’t notice. “Good. Did the poison work?” she asked, and she