Mirabel X Isabela Novels & Stories

Magdalena bob her head and gait out nervously,passing through the office's and cabins she recall what Xander had said. 'AlI I want is to know is who's left for me, once this is all over you'll leave and I'll know what else to do with my life but with you being here.....there's no way I can move on,I want to be free from you' Isabelle suddenly felt it hard to breath,she flip her hair to hide her face from Magdalena as they enter the wide room,Isabelle twirl in surprise,the room is big almost the size of a conference room,it's an all glass office with ceiling that's illuminating lights and also her complete figure,the room decor is centered on purple with the numbers of rows of artistic mediev

For the first time in a long time, Mira felt intrigued. Mirabel Erickson, an 18-year-old 300-level mechanical engineering student, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth brown skin, which she fondly referred to as her "chocolate color," only added to her confident charm. Born and raised in Lagos but of Edo heritage, Mirabel carried herself with a natural grace that often turned heads.

"This is a Sten-" "A Stendhal dress." Mirabel cut her off. "I know it when I see it." How I wished she knew geometry like she knew dresses. But this was slowly becoming a very interesting dialogue. "I'll trade you that dress for this one. I'm even giving this one to you for free, you know." Mirabel was silent for a while, obviously thinking about Elena's offer. "What do you say?" Elena asked impatiently. "It's a deal." Mirabel handed the dress to Elena and collected the Stendhal dress. "This will look good on me, right?" She asked, looking at me for approval.

and pulled the curtain open violently with both hands. Alex gasped in shock. "Magdalena? What are you doing here?" Without uttering a word, Magda pressed her index finger to her lips, signaling him to be silent. Then, fully clothed, she threw herself into the shower with him. She caught his face in her hands and pulled him into a fierce, suffocating kiss.

Sandy then decides to say what had actually happened. Sandy: Mirabel Antonio . shes one of the greatest witches we have in Lotun. Mirabel is the only child of late Caprio and Lucy Antonio. it was said that her parents were the greatest witches but they were killed and no one knew that Mirabel had powers so she wasn't attacked. Mirabel is calm and so sweet you wouldn't believe she has that much power.

" At least some one appreciates my efforts in looking good, not like some people whose names begins with a X. "Call me Helena" Mr cutter smile cheerily. "Its nice to meet you pari." Mr cutter held out his hand for me. 'You too Mr cutter." I smile before taking his hand. "Now if you will please lend me your date." Selena says to Xavier before dragging me to a group of guys. Three to be exact. "Guys this is pari." She points at me. "And Pari this is jack and Zack." She gestures to an identical twin, one blond and the other dark haired

She didn’t even know why she cried. “Margarette, please tell me what this is all about so I can help.” “I’m helpless. We’re hopeless.” The grief in her voice was too thick it shot right through Ellaine’s heart. “I can’t understand. Calm down, please.” “Estelel is my sister.” Margarette could’ve thrown a bomb at Ellaine but won’t surprise her as she did by her statement. “Yes, Ellaine. Believe it or not, the Virsathen tree is my sister.” Margarette cried.

For now, let's concentrate on this competition, this is my future. **** Soon it was her turn to sing, and with a bit of nervousness, Mirabel climbed the stage. "What's your name miss?" The the judges asked her. "Mirabel Leonard." She replied with her sweetest smile. "Age?" "19" "Ever been in such competition?" "No ma'am." "What song will you be singing for us tonight?" "I will be singing Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley my all-time favourite," Mirabel answered with a sweet smile.

"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

She had always been curious, yes—but this felt different, deeper. Maybe it was because Isabela somehow knew Eleanor. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever it was, Mirena knew one thing, she wouldn’t let it go until she got to the bottom of it. “Is that it?” she pressed, tilting her head slightly as she studied Isabela’s expression. Silence. The air in the room grew heavier. Then, after a moment that stretched just a second too long, Isabela spoke. “You bear a striking resemblance,” she said slowly, “to someone I believe is your biological mother.”