Mirabel Runs Away Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I nod, gnawing on my bottom. "I uh- I have to get something upstairs, I'll be back!" Mira rushed out, leaving Kaleb and me in her dust as she raced upstairs. I cracked a smile knowing Mirabella only wanted to escape her parents incoming wrath. "I don't think she'll come back dow- I turn around only to stop mid-sentence when I notice Kaleb a little too close to me. We were nearly brushing against each other. I flushed, my tongue growing heavy. " I uh-

He threatened Jackson through gritted teeth, his grip tightening around his neck tightening more than it was. Meanwhile, Mirabel left Liliana's coven after they had rejoiced for a successful operation. She decided to head back to her home to rest at least before Liliana would request her services again. Mirabel drove carefully down to her house, watchful to make sure she wasn't monitored as she settled inside her apartment. She walked straight to her room and fell face flat on her bed while exhaling loudly. "Feels so good to be back home" she sang, snuggling into her pillow and kicking off her shoes from her feet.

That night, she involuntarily fell asleep in Azarias's thigh. *** Mira blinked, glaring at him again with anger that her face flushed slightly red. "Are you an idiot?" "Maybe I am." Azarias shrugged, admitting it without a second thought. His lips curved up slightly as he enjoyed the sight of the fuming Mirabella. Her face was flushed red, and her cheek puffed out. She looked like a rabbit. She was surprised hearing Azarias's words, but then she rebuked angrily. "How can you just accept it like that?"

"That's ridiculous. I'm just a normal human. You're just grasping at straws again Kieran." "You're not just human Mirabelle," I said, pulling out the oldest of the texts and carefully opening it to a marked page. "The signs are all there— your healing abilities, the light you wielded during the siege. Even the way you..." I hesitated, glancing at her. She narrowed her eyes. "The way I what?" I sighed. "The way you and Roman are drawn to each other." Her face went pale, and she shot to her feet so quickly that her chair toppled backward with a loud crash.

Get the Neon Diamond and pretend to be Annabel for a while then I'm done. “Ma'am are you ready to go?” Jerry asked holding the car door for me “Yes, let's go” Cold chills ran down my spine as I stepped into the mansion's corridor. The memory of Raymond of Raymond kick that sent me flying across that very corridor makes me kind of weak. “Bad memories” I scoffed as I walked down to my room. After showering and changing into something more comfortable I knew I had to drop the act and go back to being silent Mira because I have a diamond to steal.

He was a choice. A choice I might not be able to undo. --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thanks for sticking with Mirabel and Kyle through this crazy chapter. We got a glimpse into how deep their connection runs, it's not just a physical thing anymore. With her dad's message, Mirabel's world is officially about to collide with her forbidden new reality. What do you think she'll do? Is she going to run back to the convent, or is she going to stay with the one guy who’s willing to fight for her? Let me know in the comments!

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

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.

Miracle looked at her sister, her eyes as wide as saucers. “W— wh— what?” She asked, and the way she stuttered, it was clear she did not know what her sister was talking about. “I am sorry,” Malia cried, holding Miracle’s hand as she tried to get away from her. “Please forgive me,” she pleaded. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Miracle responded, while her sister continued to cry. It was clear she was uncomfortable and confused. I, too, did not know what was happening. The only thought in my mind was to leave this pack as soon as I could.

She'd waited until the story had legs, until there was something worth threatening, and then she'd come knocking. I sat on my sofa and stared at my phone for a long time, not calling anyone, not texting anyone, just sitting with the quiet, uncomfortable knowledge that Mirabel was the kind of person who didn't let go of a thread once she found one worth pulling. I was honestly so scared of her next move. Mirabel always has connections and she may likely try to return to the night club to get evidence.