Miraculous The Mime Novels & Stories

One hour ago… The night sky was getting darker and Mirable was drowning further into the darkness of her mind. She could barely recognize her surroundings and Mitch knew it was time to finally get into action. He inched forward to nudge her like she was some undiscovered artifact in his possession. Technically speaking he wasn’t wrong for treading with caution. Mirable hung her neck down and her hair fell forward, completely covering her face and making her look like a ghost in transformation. “Hey” He nudged her again, almost in a whisper but her figure only swayed gently without a response.

A strong breeze blew. Leaves, small branches, and sand fluttered in the breeze. The entire opening of that volcano was barely visible to me. Even with my glasses on, I fell asleep because my lashes are short. I leaned in close to Fabian and Stella. "Clypeus!" Mira begins to cast her spell. Then, gradually, a semitransparent, glass-like dome forms around us. Mira sat behind the sobbing Fabian, comforting his back. Many people see it as rude and hard, but there is a hint of sadness on its face. It is understanding.

A cold voice echoed behind her. She swirled, her heart stopping. Alexa stood before her, eyes glowing, lips curled into a cruel smile. Without delay, Mira took a fighting stance. “You're not real.” “You’re weak,” Alexa hissed. “You think you can defeat me? You're wrong, Mira. You’ll never beat me.” Mira held her stance, even though her leg was slightly trembling. “This isn’t real.” Alexa laughed. “Isn’t it? You think you’re strong because you opened a portal? You think you’re ready?”

After proper introductions for a little girl were held, Amelie is satisfied and comes back over to stand by me. As Miranda and Lily prepare to leave, Miranda waves goodbye to Amelie, then snaps her fingers and they were gone. Amelie was stunned. She stares at the space, confused at what she just saw. Hell, it confused all of us how she did it. Amelie squeals, “Where did they go?” she asks. We then sat her down and had to explain Miranda was a talented witch and could snap her fingers and disappear. Amelie walked over to where they stood and asked, “If I snap my fingers will I disappear?”. “No baby girl, it doesn’t work like that,” Kate replies to her.

In front of me is a girl gifted with darkness, just like me. "I see you're surprised, but I promise you we won't hurt you." Let go of fear, inhale as deeply as possible and on the count of three, slowly bring your palms together in front of your chest, - she spoke so confidently that I obeyed and repeated after her actions. It only worked out the third time. But it worked! I nearly burst into tears of relief. My name is Mira. Thank you for helping me.” His voice was trembling from holding back tears.

The sound of water hitting porcelain felt grotesquely ordinary. When I stepped out, my eyes scanned the space—searching for a crack, a sign, any hint of an exit. There was nothing. Only abandonment. I approached the sinks. Hesitated before turning on the faucet. The mirror reflected someone I almost didn’t recognize: dried blood at my hairline, one swollen eye, split lips, hair plastered to my face with sweat. It was someone else. Someone surviving on rage and fear. I needed strength. That reflection didn’t give it to me.

The scent of his cologne mingled with paper and mint, close enough now that it raised goosebumps along the back of her neck. "Your playing..." Rimba murmured, so quietly it was almost as if he were talking to himself, the corner of his mouth curving into a thin, cryptic line. "...isn't anything close to a broken washing machine, Arunika. That just now sounded like a storm." Michi let out a stifled huff, ignoring the strange flutter that suddenly slammed against her chest. She rose from the drum stool with as much composure as she could gather, trying to shake off the last traces of nerves creeping up her fingertips.

She grins at me, and I know she hopes there’s some way that her peel will fall onto the floor in the shape of a D even though I don’t think it’s possible. Mim stands up in the center of the bed. She’s bouncing so much in her cute pajamas that Dez got her, green pants and a matching pink and green top, that I have to move aside. I stand back as she stands there and says, “Mother goddess, show me my future mate!” and tosses the orange peel over her shoulder with a squeal, falling onto her bottom on the bed. We both laugh hysterically at her antics and then run to see what shape the peel is in.

A familiar voice hit my ears. Translation- ["Wake up wild cat🐈! Wake up lizard🦎!"] I opened my eyes groggily to come face to face with Armaan AKA Armaan Ahuja AKA Suar (Pig)🐖. "Eeeaaakkk!! ARMAAAANNNN!" I launched myself in his arms. He caught me and twirled me around laughing. Our friendly session came to an end with Sam's yelling. "SHUT UP IDIOTS! LEMME SLEEP!"

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.