Mirai Nikki Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Mira’s POV The world felt hazy, like I was stuck underwater. I fought to open my eyes, but they were heavy, pulling me back into the dark, but somewhere above me, voices drifted in and out. "Is she dead?" Someone asked coldly, making me wonder who it belonged to. But then, everyone wished me dead which wasn't surprising. I even wished desperately for it. "Goddess! Navier! I told you she wasn't ready for this level of training, but you wouldn't listen. Are you trying to kill her?"

Mia's POV "There is nothing wrong with what you are doing," Lila said, pacing back and forth across the small room like she was the one with a decision to make. "You just have to sleep with someone you do not know to save your mother. One night, Mia. That is all." She added. I sat on the edge of my bed, watching her pace, and said nothing because honestly, what was there to say? She made it sound so simple, like picking up an extra shift at the restaurant or selling an old textbook.

Instead… he smirked. My irritation doubled. “Why are you smirking?” I demanded, crossing my arms. “I’ll leave you both,” Mirae said suddenly, stepping back with her hands raised. “I’ll be outside.” Without waiting for a reply, she slipped out, leaving us alone. Nick’s smirk deepened. “I just found you… cute.” I blinked. “What?” “Yes,” he said, leaning in, his voice dropping just enough to make the air between us feel heavier. “It’s cute to see you jealous.”

Frankie: “Hello my Little Bee. How are you?” Nikki: “I am doing okay. I really miss you though.” Frankie: “I miss you too Little Bee. How was your first day of classes?” Nikki: “Surprisingly, they were good. Probably due in part to a new friend I made at orientation named Maisey. She’s actually a shifter from the Harvest Moon Pack in Arkansas.” Frankie: “That’s great, you’ve made a friend already. How was your first therapy session?” Nikki: “Doctor Wolfe is great. She is actually a member of the Desert Moon pack, so I don’t have to hide what I am during therapy.”

Although I am aware that it is not entirely impossible, what does she mean? When I enter Nikki's room, she is repairing an outfit that I believe is meant for an alpha female. I stand there and pull my baby bun face. “What are you doing here?” she stops mending. "Stop! Don't make that face, if you need me to do something for you, you don't need to act up. Just say the word and I will come running after you, I’m a maid after all.” "Nikki, stop." “No, you stop. You're standing there and acting like a saint... Like the freaking victim. When last did you just stand in front of me? Of course! Maid Nikki's space has all of a sudden become too dirty to stand.”

I had to soften my tone so that she wouldn’t shut down. Taking a deep breath, my eyes softened. “I’m sorry, Niki. I just…if we want to be sisters, we have to do the work, you know. I want to be your sister as much as you want to be mine and the only way that we can do that is if we get rid of Alaric’s ugly wife.” Niki swallowed. “You’re right,” she said. “And, well while I don’t have any concrete information, I do have a potential source that might.”

My tragedy written by some lazy goddess who apparently loved clichés. I let out a dry laugh, the kind that hurts more than it heals. “Wow. Drunk, huh? That’s convenient.” Dan didn’t say a word. His face was pale, guilty, pathetic. Then Rita grabbed my leg and cried, “Luna Kiki, please! I don’t care about status. I’ll be your servant, wash your clothes, clean your toilet, anything! Just… please don’t drive me away. Don’t let me lose my baby!”

Her eyes scan the whole library before it lands on Mira and I. Mira jerks me in the elbow so hard. “Shit, I think she’s coming to us, don’t you know who she is? She’s Nixie Coral; every dude here will literally die to talk to her.” Mira is whispering a little too loudly that when Nixie reaches us, there’s a tiny smile on her lips. “Hello.” She says a little too breathlessly, I look at her jean clad legs....Those legs were a tail yesterday, I need to snap out of this.

I guess the surprises and stress I'd gotten today were to blame. "I miss you. And don't worry about Krystal," I said before hanging up. I arrived at Nikkie's apartment a few tens of minutes later. Sharon opened the door and immediately took care of the dirty clothes I'd brought. "Miss Nikkie is in her room. She just finished showering," Sharon said as my eyes searched Nikkie's whereabouts. I nodded and followed Nikkie into the room. Nikkie was drying her hair with a hair dryer when I arrived. I put my laptop on the nightstand and took over the hair dryer from Nikkie's hand. I then dried her hair with my own hands.