Novel & Cerita Mirabel X Isabela

Louis, usually composed, followed her, her lips parting in awe. Mirabel’s face softened as she took a step toward them, her guarded expression giving way to something raw, something vulnerable. A tear slipped down her cheek as she smiled softly, reaching out to embrace the friends she had missed so dearly. They rushed forward, wrapping their arms around her tightly, as if afraid she would slip away again.

“Mirabel? I’ve known her since she was a child. Her father and I go way back. She’s an aspiring model, runs her own boutique business, and comes from pure Gamma blood. She’s strong, sharp, and beautiful. Everything a future leader’s wife should be.” Ben sat up straighter at those words, nodding quickly. “She’s amazing. Seriously, I—I think she’s perfect.” Kael frowned. Mirabel smiled, folding her hands on the table. “Thank you, Ben. That’s sweet,” she said, almost as if she was forcing the words out. Kael didn’t let go. He leaned forward. “And what do you do exactly? Besides modelling and running a boutique?”

Mirabel took a bottle of water from the table beside the couch, uncapped it, and then gulped it down, she stood up and walked to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later after she had brushed her teeth and also rinsed her face. She picked up her phone which made a sound that woke her up, it was a message from Arabella which read. ~~Sunrise, Sunshine Mira!! time to wake up and make breakfast for Axel. *Giggles* I'll remind you this every day till your early moon is over *Wink*

“This poison… it shouldn’t have affected her like this. But that’s not the strangest part.” “What’s the strangest part?” I asked, my voice low and filled with danger. Mirabel hesitated, then leaned closer to Elara, inspecting her with a renewed vigor. “There’s something… different about her,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. And then she froze, her eyes widening further. “Oh, Goddess,” she breathed. “Alpha, come look at this.”

Not going to lie, she is pretty but Leilani is the most beautiful woman in my eyes. “Enzo! I heard you're single.” Mirabelle said and I watched over at my cousins who were busy laughing at me. “Well… yes?” I responded. “And searching.” Mirabelle whispered and pushed the girl towards me. “No I am not searching.” I tried to defend myself. “That's the same thing. Vincenzo meet Mayela. Mayela, this is my son, well my nephew. I hope you start making babies soon. The walls are soundproof! You don’t have to worry about anything!” Mirabelle said and Mayela laughed. That's when I looked at her, brown shoulder-length hair double braided to reveal a fine, warm face. Gentle aquamarine eyes, set deep wit

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

She seated herself next to Thalia, greeting them all politely, while Gaby looked amazed. "You must be kidding me," Gaby smirked, approaching the lady who was giving her an explicit stare. "She can't be." "Oh yes, she can," Thalia said with excitement. "Is this real, Mother?" inquired Camilo, locked into the resemblance. "Yeah. She looks exactly like Gaby. Brian here has been helping me turn her into the best version of you. Apparently, I think she is ready." "Why is she here? Why?" Gaby inquired with precise ignorance.

Miranda's expression was guarded, her arms crossed, her body angled away from him. But she didn't leave. Sebastian gestured toward Isabella's table, and Miranda followed him across the room. "Isabella." Sebastian's voice was steady. "This is Miranda." "Miranda." Isabella stood, extending her hand. "I've heard so much about you." "Good things, I hope." "All good things." Miranda smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. She sat across from Isabella, Sebastian beside her, their bodies close but not touching.

She's expecting. The suite is a disaster zone. Maya is currently draped over the back a couch, singing a very slow, very slurred version of a song that hasn't been on the radio in a decade. "Isabellaaa," Tina groans from the floor. "Tell the floor to stop spinning. It’s being... disrespectful." "You're just drunk." I pull up Leo's chat. Isabella: The mission is compromised. The brides associates have fallen. Send help. And Gatorade.

“Master—surely you don’t suspect—” “Do it,” he interrupted, voice sharp enough to cut marble. They scattered. A beat later, footsteps thundered back, slower this time. One of the guards cleared his throat. “Nothing suspicious for most, sir. Except…” He looked down at her. “A letter. Just arrived. Addressed to Miss Mirabel.” Mirabel. The name felt greasy even in my thoughts. So that was the name of the viper who wanted my head for dinner. Xander stretched out a hand. “Give it here.”