Miraculous The Mime Novels & Stories

As fun as it could be with our peer groups, it could get nasty. I took a seat beside Emeka since the chair could accommodate one more person. I turned towards Joyce, who was looking at the television like she had a role in the movie. She was not the next bet to ask the title of the movie so I asked Precious. "Precious, what's the title of this movie?" "A handful of tears. Sister Joyce said it's a Philippine novella." She replied without looking at me. "Silence, you two," Joyce ordered. I used my finger to swipe across my lips in a sign that said sealed lips, though Joyce wasn't looking at me. A soft chuckle sounded and I stirred towards it, it was Emeka. I smiled back, at least someone wasn'

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

“It’s your baby. We had sex a month—” He grabs my face. “You see those photographs of your horniest night… they were taken the same day we had sex.” His revelation leaves me in cruel shock, tears blurring everything. The day I’d always thought was special wasn't special at all. “What?” “C’mon now, Scarlett. I'm offering you something many wolfless she-wolves can't have. You're wolfless, and I'm the only person who can accept you.” He dares to say that! I push him away, glaring at him.

'What can we do for you, pretty lady? Mira's hands twisted in her dress skirt. The words came out before she could stop them. 'I... I need help. My body hurts. Please, touch me. Fist my ass. It's so empty, I can't take it.' The men stared, mouths open. One chuckled, thinking she was drunk or joking. But Mira's eyes were wild, pleading. She dropped to her knees in the dirt path, right between two stalls. The festival noise covered her at first—music, shouts, clinking glasses—but heads started to turn.

he asked narrowing his eyes, I walked to the mirror this time holding it and checking it "I didn't find anything odd about it but I still feel it is different in a magical way, I think it's me who just canton use it" I said keeping it gently, I lifted it up a little and I could see his reflection on it he didn't seem satisfied with my answer "why do you look like you don't believe me" I asked still looking at his reflection, he looked surprised and I felt as though I had read his mind in the mirror, I was right then, the mirror was magical. Only it was a mind reading mirror, "what did you I came here?" I asked looking at his reflection on the mirror as I waited for the mirror to do its thing

I go closer, lifting the laptop to have a proper look. Beside me, Damon claps a hand over my back. "Congratulations, my man. Your search was not in vain. A bloody miracle did fall in your lap after all." I grip the laptop tighter in a bid to stop my trembling fingers, because staring back at me with the most beautiful pair of green eyes I have ever seen, is Mira Fernandez. My fucking obsession.

“But there’s one thing we need to do, that both Mara, and Mira did have done as a mistake which was to allow that rose to exist. Are you both on board?” My mate, Stand, and me nodded but Silver exhaled annoyingly to which we finally heard a small girly voice, in a second I swore there was a child in the room but to my surprise it was indeed Miranda. “Miracle why are you this upset? I’m not sure what I can do to help you but please know that everyone does a mistake, maybe what one does wrong, one can change it, or work on it to get better, as long as one is alive one can make a difference.”

His sleepy gaze focused on her looked sexy and I felt a little pang of jealousy sizzle down my vein as his attention was on her. “Are you sure about that?” he asked. “Yes!” Mia said with a firm tone. “Fine,” Lucien sharply snapped his fingers, and a faint, red glow began to spark in his eyes. In an instant, a glass cage materialized around Mia, enclosing her in a huge glass globe. ****************************

If so, why didn't he use the perfect opportunity to do so? "Mom!" Mirella jumps on me, not only snapping me out of my thoughts but also giving me a mirror. "Do I look beautiful?" I ask smiling. "Look at yourself." She claps her hands, surely proud of her work. "Okay." I take the mirror and oh my I want to laugh at myself. I not only look like a clown but also with a mixture of a ghost, and a woman that got dumped and hasn't stop crying for a week straight.

“Oh, really? So, I only had to basically spontaneously combust for you to come to that conclusion, huh? Remind me to thank you later if I survive this. You know, to be a so-called trainer, you’ve been less than helpful. And another thing –" “Shh. Look.” She cut me off gesturing, pointing her head towards my hand, and to my utter shock, I watched as the ball of fire slowly dissipated without a trace. I turned my hand over in awe realizing there weren’t any burn marks, and I was no longer hot. What the hell was that? “Mimicry magic,” Aries whispered so low I wasn’t sure if she meant for me to hear. “Huh? What’s that?”