Mirabel Runs Away Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Damien replied, opening the link to the entire group. Ana glanced over to see Miranda riding on Brent's back, her eyes glowing as she used her magic to seek what lay ahead. "He's still running, but we're slowly gaining on him. He's fast, but not fast enough. We need to reach him before he gets to the highway - there's a car waiting for him that can outrun us," Miranda yelled. "Push harder!" Ana commanded, the Lycans surging forward in pursuit of their prey. Dexter would not escape them this time.

Even if it was someone I cared about, just like my mom. Suddenly, Mirabelle sat up, her gaze turning intense, fixed on something far away. Her grip on my arm tightened, her nails digging into my flesh. I winced, letting out a sharp breath of pain, but she showed no sign of letting go. It was as if she was under some strange influence, receiving messages from the moon. Her hold finally relaxed, and her gaze returned to its usual vibrant green hue, focusing on me. "Hey, Anita is planning to go for a run today, right after her meeting with Alpha William. Can you please stop her?" she insisted, pushing me off the bed with urgency. I was taken aback, my lips parting in surprise. I could feel adre

MIRA I have absolutely no idea where I'm going. I just run, and run, hoping this burning pain in my chest will go aware soon. I run blindly, silently telling myself that I'm not supposed to care. I'm not supposed to care if Mason keeps a thousand different mistresses, or if he touched a million naked girls during the past year. I'm not supposed to care, but the tightening of my chest says otherwise. I care more than I can say. A strangled sound tears from my throat as I fly down the hallways as fast as I can in my stilettos. I have to go. I don't know where, but I just have to escape this place.

“We aren’t just going out dancing. We are going out to get rip roaringly drunk and high off our rockers. These men are driving us fucking insane, so let’s do something insane. I know this place, we’ll be safe, promise.” “Okay.” She says hesitantly but gets up and gets ready. We stand and look at ourselves in the mirror. Chiara’s mood is already better. “God we’re hot.” I say. “We are.” She agrees while playing with her hair. “Let’s go.” I grab my purse. We manage to sneak out, unseen. I hail a cab and we head to the club. The line is huge. “We’re never getting in.” Chiara says. “Who said we’re waiting in line?”

he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once." Damon nodded, his eyes gleaming with a hint of the same anticipation that coursed through Zach. "The rumors, Alpha? The one of the runaway?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Zach grinned, a flash of teeth in the semi-darkness of his study. "Oh, she'll be there, Damon. I feel it in my bones. My little runaway will finally be mine." He stood, his gaze piercing and dark.

" Get off me. Let me go", Edith screamed. The tears streamed down her pink plump cheeks. It was just after five o clock and the sun was setting rapidly on this cold winters day. The wind blew gently and the smell of snow lingered in the air. Edith stayed late at the school park with Connor, her best friend because she didn't want to go home to her misfit family. Although she loved her family dearly, they were indifferent towards her. Everyone was, always calling her a weirdo. Edith never understood why. Maybe it was because things that cannot be explained, happened when she was angry or upset. But it could always be a coincidence. She regretted staying late instantly when darkness crept in a

MIRABELLA I shove my way through the snickering crowd, down the steps, and across the dock, and then I’m running, my wet clothes plastered cold against my skin, Sophie’s voice trailing after me. “Mirabella, wait!” I don’t stop. I run until I hit the end of the dock and my lungs are burning and I can’t hear the music anymore, and then I pull out my phone with shaking fingers and book a ride without even looking at the price.

Mirabel sucked in air as she moaned loudly. Erica's eyes widened, she looked dazed as she watched me. I began to buck inside Mirabel, imagining I was fucking Erica. Mirabel's cry made me thrust faster. Erica's eyes were still on me as I kept fucking Mirabel. Suddenly, Erica ran out of my room. I realized one thing, I need to fuck Erica as soon as possible. ******

I begged her to come back to him, and she refused, even when he asked me out, I asked her if she was fine with it, and she encouraged me to date him, that she was truly done with him— now she is back, and just like that, I have been thrown out. Tears streamed down my eyes as I stared at her, "Why Jessica? Why are you back? You told me you didn't want him." She let out a loud mockery laughter, "Mirabel, you are so gullible. Oh! You felt getting pregnant was the best way to trap him?" she shook her head, "How foolish can you be." "Stop it!" I screamed, I felt like I was being stabbed with thousand knives. "I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him."

> "I always admired you, Mirabel. So precise. So... obedient." "I'm not here to play your games," she said, summoning a code key in her hand. > "But this is a game," he whispered. "And you're losing." The walls shimmered-turning into mirrored corridors, each reflecting broken pieces of memory. Sera's laughter. Elijah's voice. Bella's childhood tears. Mirabel sprinted through the maze, dodging spikes of corrupted code. --- Back in the villa, Bella paced while Xavier watched the monitors. Clara offered her a water bottle. "She'll come through. Mirabel's wired for resilience."