Miracle Cutie Novels & Stories

He had barely turned 18, she was already an experienced warrior. The scent of his mate reaches his nostrils. He turned his head and there she was, in her uniform, leaning against a tree, thoughtful. He approaches her and she looks him in the eyes. Miracle may have only been 18 years old, but he was tall and strong, and drop dead gorgeous. - Hello – he says, smiling. - Hello, - she replies, smiling back. - can we talk? – Miracle asks. - I'm sorry I didn't come to you. I'm nervous and scared.

“Mind link someone from our pack to bring me a pack of cigarettes with a lighter, I can’t believe you did all of that! No wonder she won’t listen to reason! Oh for the love of goddess Marcela why!” Linking the head omega, I didn’t had to wait long as she got here fast with what I had asked, mom took them both after saying her thank you only to start her chimney of smoking. I stayed a bit away because I don’t want to bust my senses, waiting a bit out came Miracle with her mom, Miranda, she looked a bit more relaxed but what Miracle was wearing had me hugging myself, I’m a twig next to her curvy figure. Am all times in muscles, and slim everywhere, but not Miracle, she has a cream colored spor

Chapter 18 She gently brings the knife down and back to the position she has withdrawn it from. “The woman price down the girl to 3 bucks and,” “And what?” “The parents agreed.” Queen Miranda. “How did the girl feels? Like, what was her reaction?” “She felt bad and,” queen Miranda blinked her eyes, and they appeared within the dead if the forest. Queen Miranda thanks to magic produces small sizes of flies, and she pushes them to Jessica ears. They make the buzzing sounds at her ears and Jessica keeps waving them off, but they won't listen to her.

He sees her as a friend only. “But I don’t love you,” he said, moving away from her. She is not even his type, Lillian is more his type. She is a literal walking goddess, so pretty, with beautiful skin. He tried not to make it too much because she saw him as her little brother and he respects her for that besides his mate is still somewhere out there and he is patiently waiting for her but Mirabel was fuming. How dare he not replicate my love! She waved her hand and a dark flower appeared. Then her eyes glowed as she blew the flower on his face. She watched as he blinked his eyes repeatedly, the dark magic entering his body. Then his eyes glowed gold, and he looked at her and suddenly he was

Her face was bare as always but it had that mysterious glow today. Mira was blessed with a beautiful face, she was an exact replica of her mother who was considered the most beautiful lady in city T. She was of medium height and her body was perfect at the right places. A broad chest,an extremely slim waist and a fully developed hips. She was everything a man looked for in a woman. But she had adopted wearing costumes that made her look more of a clown, hiding her body shape in those baggy clothes Lucia insisted she wear to attract Caleb.

Also Mira had come so far. “I am not afraid.” Mira let out, confidently raising her hand. Needless to say, Kade felt very proud of her. Sirie took her hand and made a cut on her palm. “Ahhh…” She moaned a little. Because it was deep and painful. Mira shut her eyes and this put Kade on edge. He fisted his hand into a ball and glared at the witch. Kade had never done that before but he controlled himself here. Right then from behind Sirie came a young lady and she brought a bowl of water with her, or something like water. It was shining like glitter. She brought the bowl forward.

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.

Once the magus returns, there will be no hiding the fact that not only is my belly no longer round, but that my nest has a new little inhabitant. “What am I going to do with you, little one?” I sigh, placing a hand on her still-warm shell. She blinks at me. Only the light isn’t the dim glimmer I experienced with her siblings; it’s more of a bright flash that makes me blink as I see a dark afterimage. “You have quite the spark, Miracle,” I say, the name I’ve already given her in my heart, “But my eyes are sensitive. Maybe less glow next time.”

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.