Mirabel Pictures Novels & Stories

Finally, Mirabel settled for a red sweetheart neckline dress, with a little touch of lip rogue she looks so stunning. "Purffect", Jennifer clapped eyeing Mirabel in admiration as she dropped the makeup kit which Mirabel refused to use on the bed. "Are you sure this will work", Mirabel asked softly for the hundredth time with her voice filled with uncertainty. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror she seemed uncomfortable at her exposed cleavages and thighs. "Yes, I'm sure Mimi. You definitely will get a fake husband with my top-notch plan!" Jennifer reassured. You heard them right.

Mirabel had harbored secret feelings for Leo for a long time. Despite never getting close to him, she never gave up hope. She believed that as long as she stayed in the company, she would eventually get the chance to work with Leo and enact the passionate romance in real life that she could not achieve. But Leo's words shattered her hopes completely. Mirabel was consumed with anger and hatred, wishing she could see Sunny suffer a thousand deaths. She spent a large amount of money to hire someone to ruin Sunny after Leo and Sunny broke up—either by ruining her innocence or disfiguring her.

She didn't know the trick she was trying to pull. "What the hell are you trying to do?" Mirabel scoffed and blinked her eyes like a puppy, "Well! Well!! What does it seem?" "What! Don't, Mirabel. I will advise you not to try it,"she warned pleadingly. Mirabel giggled, raising the certificate in her eyes. "Oh! Darling! I would love to follow your advice but it wouldn't be smart of me. It took me a lot of energy and stress to get to this point and I am not ready to ruin everything because of your baseless advice," Her voice was filled with sarcasm.

"You know that when I go out, I clean up nice. This is my work clothes, just like the schoolgirl outfit is yours. I'm just lucky enough to be an artist and get to wear what's comfortable." She was probably right. I was pretty conservative with my clothes. However, that wasn't the point of this conversation. "So you think I should go along with this deception?" "Hell yeah. Besides the money, which you need, you get a trip to Italy." She sat back and sighed. "I would love to go to Italy. I’d love to get a good look at David up close. Did you know his hands are really big?" "Is that code for something?" "Well, no, because you can see his crotch and it's not huge. Still, everyone I've ever met w

The administration building smelled like paper, polish, and something faintly metallic—like new beginnings pretending to be ordinary. Mira stood in line clutching a thin brown file to her chest, fingers tight around the edges as if it might disappear if she loosened her grip. Her name was written neatly on the cover. Mirabel Roland. She had written it herself last night, slow and careful, rewriting it twice until the letters felt right. This is real, she told herself again. Behind her, voices murmured. Laughter rose and fell. Someone complained about an early lecture. Someone else argued about parking.

"What do I do now mother, I have lost it all?." She looked at me, and smiled, "You have me Mirabel. Now listen to me, you have two options — if you want peace? you drink the chemical and die, but if you want justice? Burn everyt hing they love. We strike back, forgiveness is not an option

I never liked this part of town, it spelled danger and that was the one thing I avoided like a plague with my Nickname being tasteless Mira to prove it because according to my friends, my life lacked flavour. Apparently it's a crime to like the simple things of life, I never went crazy, ever! At parties I have recovery duty because I don't get wasted. There was nothing extra about me, I'm just Mirabel. As much as they were right I didn't like their constant teasing even for falling in love with the first and only guy I'd dated and how I never ever took risks and I never understood it. What's wrong with playing it safe? Even the safe option somehow found a way to plunge a hole in my heart. St

As the days approached, nearing the date of the masquerade event, Camille was getting increasingly anxious. The text that she received from Michael a few nights ago didn’t help, either. First off, what did he mean by ‘see you soon’? Was he implying that he knew she was going to attend the masquerade event? Or maybe he was gonna pay her a surprise visit somewhere? It was too vague. She needed answers. She had an internal debate with herself that night whether she should reply to him or not.