Mirai Mha Novels & Stories

It’s Mira, my maid, the only person who’s shown me any kindness since Sebastian dragged me into this nightmare. She’s thirty-five, with gentle brown eyes. Her hair is always pulled back in a neat bun. Mira’s been with me since Sebastian brought her here and since the day she introduced herself as my personal maid. To me, she’s more than a maid. She’s the closest thing I have to a mother in this place, always fussing over me, always trying to make things bearable.

Ariana asked in a disgusting wave of sound. Before, Mr or Mrs. Kapoor replied, Raima interrupted, "We are their Daughters." "She is Myra and I'm Raima," She introduced and Myra gave a forced smile to everyone. "Ohh, nice to meet you both of you," Ariana smiled at them. Her gaze occurred the attention of Myra. She was dressed in a simple Kurta and Leggings. No part of her body was exposed or to be seen, though she was looking like an angel. Her fair white skin, long dark brown hair with a golden shade, and green emerald eyes make her elegant and gorgeous.

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Lisa asked, wondering why Jessie had brought Mira up in the conversation. "Because Mira is also powerful even though she doesn't know it yet. We will all have to protect the both of you. People are out to hurt her, too," Jessie said, making Lisa frown. "You know about Adrian and Aria?" Lisa asked with a frown. "I'm not referring to that. Mira is Chairman Alien's granddaughter, even if she doesn't know it yet. She has a majority of the shares in the bluexbird group. Her late mother and grandmother's shares belong to her, and from what I hear, Chairman Alien will be leaving the company's fate in her hands," Jessie said, surprising Lisa .

Amira pleaded “There’s absolutely no way I’m letting you go back to the bush, if you don’t want to pity yourself, think about the child growing inside of you. It needs all the care in the world and so I’m not letting you out easily. I’ll have my maids provide you with the necessary assistance you will be needing.” Queen Tarah said Amira couldn’t say anything else because she knew Queen Tarah was right after all. “My name is Amira” she said “Welcome to Odeon” Queen Tarah said as she walked out of the room.

Lilian instructed the maid again and the maid could do nothing but follow her orders. Mia felt trapped, she felt scared and she knew that things were never going to be the same again. Lilians's POV I was happy and at the same time very mad. Yes, sounds funny but that was exactly how I felt. Finally all my sister's wealth was going to be mine, my company has been having very big problems and with the share I am going to get after I take full custody of Mira. But I still have to be very careful because there is a possibility that she ain't dead yet. But what if she is? Who could possibly want her dead?.

Mira listened with rapt attention, her expression shifting thoughtfully as she absorbed each word, pausing occasionally as if contemplating the deeper implications of Aria’s vivid journey. “I’m not sure what it means,” Mira finally replied, her voice soft yet contemplative, a gentle knot of wisdom forming in her brow. “But perhaps it’s worth seeking guidance from the Moon Goddess. She might hold the answers or insights you seek, something that could illuminate your heart in a way you’ve yet to discover.”

"It searched." Alpha Richard exhaled, his voice low. "You think it was looking for someone in the Lupari Pack?" Fear spread like frost across the room. "All of this is speculation," Māori growled. "We should be training our warriors, not spinning ghost stories." A new voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Ghost stories didn’t gut my son!" a woman cried from the doorway. Everyone turned. Mira, a scout captain and war widow, stood at the threshold. Her face was streaked with soot and grief. Her hands trembled, but her voice rang out clear and sharp.

“I am still thinking about what gift to get her.” Miranda smiled. “Tomorrow morning, I will take you to the mall. You can choose the gift yourself this time.” Mia nodded happily. “Okay!” “Mia is really growing up so fast,” Mrs. Young said with a warm laugh. Miranda looked at Mia and felt a soft ache of love. She found herself wishing Mia would grow just a little faster. In another ten years, she imagined, they would not only be mother and daughter but also good friends. That night, Miranda received an email from Dr. Smith overseas. He congratulated her on the breakthrough and sent a file containing clinical data his lab had collected from leukemia patients. It was meant for her reference.

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