Mirai Mha Novels & Stories

I needed her. Without thinking, I reached for the small pouch hidden inside my dress, the one with the ties Mira gave me a few months ago, a simple clay stone which has “MA” inscribed on it, abbreviated with her name. She said it was connected to her energy, a way for her to know if I ever truly needed her. I pulled it out quickly, how could I have forgotten something as this, my fingers trembling as I pressed it against my heart. Please feel me, Mira. Please…

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

Kaira’s POV. “I am Mira Greg, the daughter of the founder Abj venture. The wife of Gerald Lead. And it is a pleasure to be back home”. The board members stood up and clapped. It was the first time I ever I had the urge to breakdown in public. My heart was satisfied and my eyes shared tears of joy and fulfillment. Clara walked forward and hugged me. “You are a strong woman and I am proud of you “. She wiped the tear that escaped from her eyes. I hugged her back and it felt good.

Tell me about the good things," Aria said. "Not the heavy stuff. Just—good things. What's been happening that doesn't involve politics or war or near-death experiences?" Kira brightened. "Oh! Mira is teaching classes now. Basic Luna control for newcomers. She's really good at it. Patient. Understanding. The students love her." "That's great. She deserves happiness after everything."

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

I asked, intrigued. Charles’ eyes sparkled. “She commanded respect, Mom. They couldn’t bully us again.” But before he could continue, I interrupted, worried someone might overhear. “Shh, stop saying that. Don’t let anyone hear you,” I cautioned. Charles’ smile faltered. “But Mom, it’s true!” I firmly placed my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t repeat that, Charles. It’s not true.” “Mom, I’m not lying. Aunty Sibel is the Alpha Princess of the pack. She built the training camp; she owns it,” Charles insisted.

She knew that voice. Out of the crowd appeared Natasha, the female lead of Raid role that was aired nine years ago. Maria clutched was purse tighter, she was about to meet Natasha, The Natasha!

What if the pack rejects her and the baby? Wanda snaps out of her thoughts at the sound of Mira’s voice. Mira is one of the pack maids. She is in charge of the laundry and occasional outfits of every member of the house. Despite her miniature frame, she is in her mid-forties and has gathered enough experience in laundry matters. She has a commandeering voice that makes her subordinates get things done at the snap of her fingers. She is arriving from the Pack Laundry house when she sees Petra and Wanda in the garden. Petra is plaiting Wanda’s hair into cornrows. The former had insisted, even though Wanda did not feel up to it. However, now that she is holding a mirror and can see what Petra i

ZARA'S POV I woke up the following morning to a new development in the academy. Mira was giving instructions and putting things in order like Dr. Voss would. It was off. I tried approaching her a few times, but she had been too occupied with trying to set up one thing or the other. "Today is a day for a ritual." Mira announced over the school media. "Prepare to be mated... This is for those who are up to the age of being mated with."

Firdaus asked as she smiled at them. " She was trying to use an accent she doesn't have" Raihanna answered. " She has a tiny hint of American accent actually" I said as I backed up Nauwarah. " Yeah she does, don't tease her, she's better than some people" Miriam added. " you're ganging up against me" " we're not, we're just stating the obvious" I answered. " Thank you for that Faryah" Nauwarah answered as she smiled at us and left the room.