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She could hear them laughing at her. A little snack time is all needed for her to mingle well with Mira. She is the sweetest person she has ever met. Mira had no pride at all even though she was well educated and had a beautiful appearance. The most comforting thing is Mira understands Clara's nature instantly and makes her feel comfortable around her. Clara loved the girl and now the little jealousy she felt is all gone. She started loving their bond more.

Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections Mia I looked at myself in the body-length mirror in our room and sighed. I wasn't much into dressing up completely, so I wore a plain white tank top with a short ruffled black skirt and my high-top black converse. I wasn't much into make-up because then I'd forget and rub my face or something, smearing it like crazy, so I wore only a bit of mascara, and that was it.

Lori whispered in my ear and I slowly opened my eyes, excited yet anxious to see how I look. When I opened my eyes, a surprised gasp left my lips and I had to blink a few times to make sure I was looking at my own reflection. "Is this me?" I asked with my eyes wide in surprise. "Of course it's you, darling. I told you, didn't I? You are a beaut! You just need a little touch up here and there and viola, a masterpiece!" "Oh, you look so beautiful, Miracle!" Anna gasped while looking at me from head to toe. "Forget about kneeling, that man will grovel before you!"

he asks. “Oh, here. Meadow made this for me from her witchy lights and then Queen Lily added the butterflies to them. Isn’t it beautiful?” Madelyn says, pulling her necklace out from under her sweater. The moment she does, she’s swarmed with sprites. Even Norrin’s mates revert to their sprite size so they can get a closer look.

She loved rainy days and sunny summers because both were perfect weather for carrying an umbrella. "Mira, I didn't expect to see you here," Felix said as he turned to face her, his tone carrying both relief and recognition. Standing before him, Mira was as he remembered—her long, cascading hair shimmered with hues of blue and violet, reaching down to her waist. She was not conventionally beautiful, but her chubby, round face had an endearing cuteness that grew more appealing over time.

Lyra followed, holding onto her purse as they approached the large glass doors of La Mirage Boutique, one of the most expensive stores in the city. Inside, the faint scent of roses and vanilla filled the air. Rows of elegant dresses, shoes, and jewelry shimmered under warm lighting. Mira’s eyes lit up instantly. “I know you’ve never shopped here before, sissy,” Mira said, linking her arm with Lyra’s, “but I bet you’ll love their clothing.” Lyra smiled. “You sound like you’ve missed this.” “Oh, I have,” Mira said with a laugh. “I used to love shopping before everything turned into chaos.”

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

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

Laila felt a sharp mix of panic and tenderness, her instinct to protect warring with the quiet understanding that this was Malaya’s choice to make, not hers. “Thank you both,” Laila finally said, warmth filling her voice as she crouched slightly to Malaya’s level. She reached out and gently brushed a curl from Malaya’s face, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. “That’s really sweet of you. I’m glad you had a good time.” She straightened and glanced toward the stairs, grateful for something familiar to focus on. “How about you get into your pajamas, and we’ll get you some milk and cookies? We can watch Miraculous Ladybug—the new episode came on tonight.”

Sandy and the others stared in awe at the beautiful little cakes in the box. "Miranda, did you make these yourself? They're so pretty!" "I don't even want to eat them, they're too cute." "Is this a Hello Kitty? And this one's Jerry the mouse… oh my gosh, there's even Bumblebee! You're so talented!" Bryan was eager to join in. He glanced over and spotted a Bugs Bunny cake, which he knew Elizabeth adored. "Miranda, can I take this one?" "Sure, go ahead."