Mirabel X Isabela Novels & Stories

Cercei said as she sounded kind of angry. “Allow me to spoil you baby! I would grab the water for us on my way back, just sit here and wait for my baby!” Mirabel said in a playful manner as she used her ass to carefully push Cercei back in bed and she obliged helplessly. She knew fighting back or insisting won’t work on Mirabel so she just sat there and sighed. Mirabel walked back to the kitchen and dropped the trays in the dishes and grabbed two bottles of water for herself and Cercei on her way back. She got into the room and handed one to Cercei and took the order and opened it then gulped a mouthful down her throat.

“My love... Percival’s kind of a distant relative, remember?” Mirabelle wrinkled her nose like it didn’t matter at all. “Yeah, distant. Like, eighth or ninth cousins or something. Totally fine. Sebastian and Freya are fourth cousins and look how strong their bond is. The moon doesn’t care if it’s that far back. Please, I am an oracle, remember? I know these things.” She rolled her eyes like she had personally spoken with the Moon Goddess about it. Maximus rolled his eyes in that teasing way of his, then leaned down and kissed Mirabelle’s temple. “You’re right. I’m wrong. My bad.”

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.

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.”

But her eyes. Her eyes were the same. "Hello, my darling," Isabella said. Elena couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. "Sit," Isabella said. "Before you fall." Elena sat. --- Lucien entered the cave behind her. His gun was drawn, but he didn't aim it. Just held it. A precaution. A promise. Isabella looked at him. "You're Mira's son." "Yes." "You have her eyes." "So I've been told."

The latter did not respond. "Mira, Isa has found peace. Allow her to be, " said Fabian, the man with curly hair I remember. "The wicked will never find serenity. Then he added a deadlock and a novice?" Mira's scary purple eyes shift to mine." "Mira is a brand-new student. She's under my supervision. So, just leave her alone." Isabel finally said something. Even though the Zenovia sisters are already fearsome and frightening, she appeared to protect me.