Mirai Mha Novels & Stories

“You responded well to the recalibration protocol. The Red Moon resonance nearly pushed you into irreversible awakening. But we caught you just in time.” Mira’s throat was dry. “You’re… Circle?” The woman smiled faintly. “Dr. Syra Callen. Lead cognitive strategist for the Luna Initiative.” The Luna Initiative. Mira’s gut twisted. They’d given her prison a name. “You shouldn’t be able to speak yet,” Dr. Callen murmured. “Fascinating. Your mind’s resisting the inhibitors. Still… no matter. That’ll change.” Mira’s fingers twitched. The doctor didn’t notice or pretended not to. “We won’t hurt you, Mira. Quite the opposite. We need you whole. Just… obedient.”

• 𝘽𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙩 - 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙚. • 𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙖 - 𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘿𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙤𝙙 .

I followed her , I climbed down the stairs slowly with so many stupid torture messing up with my head. I climbed down the stairs with fear written all over my face and trying hard to push back my tears. When we got downstairs, Mariam took her leave and I look around to see if KUNLE was there but he wasn't there except for Bassey and a woman. Mr Bassey came to me. " Miss Lita meet our future First Lady Miss Shade" he says and I was lost and I was like what does Bassey mean by future First Lady, Mr Kunle's Fiancée.

"Yes, I know her. She is a very good woman." I cleared my throat again, not knowing where this conversation was leading me. Mirra picked up my plat and placed it on top of a larger tray. "Misha is not just Prince Barlion's handmaid, My Lady. She caters to all King Viper and Queen Sity's children." "All the King and Queen's children?" I asked.

photograph with flowers symbol of death Maya did not reply to her brother; In few moments her parents came and they took her home. Maya felt her vision blurred with tears when she laid on the bed that night; the big packet of various tablets with a glass of milk was kept on the nightstand; she was supposed to take that and sleep the night off; Everything she ever worked for seemed to go in vain. Maya was one of the lucky students who completed graduation at the age of 19; She wanted to be a model and next week was her audition for a modeling reality show.

Mira. She was older than Lyra had expected from the node data—seventy at least, with white hair cropped short and kind eyes that held the wisdom of two thousand years of survival. Even in this terrible place, even after everything, she sat with her back straight and her chin raised. Fighting. Always fighting. "Mira," Lyra breathed through the door. The woman's eyes snapped open. She looked directly at the window, directly at Lyra, and smiled—a smile of recognition, of hope, of someone who'd been reached in dreams by a boy she'd never met.

I growled out, rising to my feet instantly, their eyes widened at my words. "Truly? It's truly her?" Greg asked in excitement, I nodded. "That voice...that pattern of introduction.... 'Miwa... Iretomiwa'...how could I forget it.... there's no mistake, that voice belongs to my woman....get every information you can on it.... Now!!" I growled to Johan, he bowed immediately going into action as I turned to Greg. "Where was that live show aired from....?" I asked him. "It's a documentary from Akunna foundation belonging to Akunna corporation...city of Lagos Nigeria." He answered quickly.

Sirie said, while prudence nodded her head. Mira stood there watching herself in the mirror, realizing how everything was real. She wasn't in a comma from the accident, she could touch, feel, smell, taste everything. And here she was, to be a Queen. Mira knew this title was not for her and Kade was absolutely right, she was not meant to be a queen. She touched her fabric, she loved this beauty. She couldn't even protection Maya, how will she be able to protect these powerful beings?.

That in this world, you can have a lookalike or someone who resembles you even if they're not related to you. "Hey..." I greeted Ma'am Maira, a math teacher who focuses on algebra. She celebrated her thirty-fifth birthday last month at the Mathematics department's main office. So basically, she's like an older sister to me. "Good evening," I added as I saw another teacher from a different department heading towards us. I approached them and smiled as I got closer. "Good thing we caught you here, Professor Fawzi... This is Mira, she's been waiting for you since earlier..."