Novel & Cerita Mirabel X Isabela

"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.

Mirabel fired. "Enough guys, stop it, we don't have time how do we move past those people now". Xayne said peeping out to see three men patrolling in front of the basement. "We passed the tough part already, these are puppets for us". Mirabel said stepping out of her hiding. The men turned to see and she stretched her hand to them. She whispered some inaudible chant and they dropped unconscious to the ground. "Let's go". She announced and they moved to the door.

"Remember in high school, when those girls were pushing me around? You didn't think twice about jumping in, even though you were half their size. You've always done whatever it takes to protect the people you love. This is no different." "Except this time I'm selling my soul to the devil in Designer suit" "A very hot devil," Mirabel waggled her eyebrows. "With perfectly chiseled abs" "Mira!" What? I'm just saying, if you have to sell your soul to the devil, at least he's a hot devil." Isabella threw a napkin at her friend's head. "You're can't change". "And you love me for it." Mirabel's expression softened. "Seriously though, you're not alone in this. I've got your back, just like you've al

Others looked outright panicked. Ximena stood at the head of the long table, her chin lifted, her emerald blouse crisp beneath a tailored blazer. She was elegant under pressure. Across from her stood **Isabela Reyes**, cool and unshaken, dressed in muted navy. Her hands rested lightly on the folder in front of her. Camila’s locket shimmered around her neck. “Thank you all for your time,” Isabela began, her voice smooth. “I come before you not as an enemy—but as blood.”

Waking up I looked around, I saw two men , one behind me and the other behind my mother, they looked so deadly and ready to kill, I looked at my mother , she was half asleep on the chair she was tied to , she looked so pail , I felt my tears roll out . The door opened , there he was , the demon , SANTIAGO. "The main guest finally arrived , how're are you Isabella, you see when I asked my boys not to get you from your apartment forcefully, they thought I didn't know what I was doing, I told them I loved my women obedient and willing , hahahaha" his dreadful laughter resounded in the room "You don't need to keep her here , I'm here already" " She is the only tool to compel your obedience Milad

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

A small smile crept up Dylan’s lips as he watched his parents being quietly subdued by his mate. “Where is your study? I’d like you to brief me on the current situation.” This statement was directed at Daniel, who eagerly nodded in agreement. “This way, please.” Before following Daniel, Isabel turned to face Dylan. “I’ll be back soon.” She said and let go of his hand. Isabel and Xavi maintained eye contact for a moment before the latter gave a nod of understanding. That must be them communicating through mind link. Isabel followed Daniel upstairs after that, leaving Dylan alone to face his parents.

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

With that said Isaac Harrison walked out of the room, leaving just Mirabel and Lana. Mirabel didn’t know what to say when her grandpas left. Both of them had good points to her best knowledge and if you asked her if she’d have gotten married if not for her mom, she would have refused to. She has always been ambitious and had so many dreams in life but they were cut short lately she feels like she’s getting back on track. She’s trying to get along with others in her new departments although Laura hasn’t been trying to make it easy for her. She always makes side comments about her and complains about everything she does while Alicia is trying to help her adjust.