Mirai Mha Novels & Stories

The use of portals, casting, and popping allowed for instantaneous travel. Mira also made me promise that we would video call her at least once a week. Imeela immediately agreed before I even got the chance to utter the same acceptance. “Psst. Your Majesty,” I heard someone stage-whisper to me. “Yes. How can I help you?” I whispered back. “We have a surprise for Princess Mira. We have finished setting up the clinic ahead of schedule because it was mentioned that she wanted to be a doctor.” Mira’s eyes widened with surprise and excitement. This girl was in awe of everything around here but especially our resident Fae.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I didn't mean to intrude." I said nothing, waiting. She took another step forward, her hands clasped in front of her. "I'm Mira. Alpha Gareth's daughter. My father speaks of you often. How great you are. How powerful." She bit her lip. "He wasn't wrong." I drew on my cigar, let the smoke curl from my lips. "Is there something I can help you with, Miss Mira?"

“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.

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?.

Her eyes were bright, full of life despite everything. “Hi.” I crouched down to her level with a grin. “What’s your name?” “Mira.” She bounced on her toes. “Are you really the lost princess? The one who came back?” “I guess I am.” “That’s so cool!” She grabbed my hands. “I want to be just like you when I grow up. Strong and brave and… and important.” My throat tightened. “You can be anything you want to be, Mira.” “Really?” Her smile faltered. “Mama says I can’t go to the academy. Says we can’t afford it, and anyway, girls from the outer district don’t get to train with the warriors. She says I should be happy learning to sew and cook instead.”

Rian’s POV I was sitting on the edge of the window bench, watching a pair of sparrows chase each other between the trees when I heard the soft knock. “Come in,” I called, expecting one of the silent castle servants. But it was Mira. Her dark curls were pulled into a neat bun, and she wore a modest but well-fitted maid’s uniform, the royal crest stitched just above her heart. “Mira?” I stood, surprised. “What are you—?”