Mirai Nikki Novels & Stories

"Wait." Jesus, she was fucking gorgeous, but I wanted to tape her damn mouth shut. "What did you just agree to?" I could tell without looking, Nikki was addressing me, not Jesse. And Jesse was amused by her outburst when he chuckled from across the desk. "Just like Camilla..." he muttered under his breath and sat back to watch the show with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. Nikki moved to the edge of her seat and turned my direction. "Was that some weird mating ritual that just happened? What the hell, Ryker?" She swatted at my arm to get my attention.

Nikki refers to Amoy with her brown eyes. “Yeah, we’re cool,” Amoy deadpans with the menu held up in front of her. “Mika, you were spectacular in the fight.” Nikki gets excited again, “I did not think you stood a chance but you surprised the bejesus out of me. Girl, you kicked ass!” “Mikayla is more capable than you think,” Amoy compliments, with her finger on her top lips as she deliberates on her choice. “Well, I’m mostly curious about you and Alpha Heron,” Nikki dauntlessly pried. She didn't even appear to be reading the menu,

They’ve been fooled and I’m in it to win it. When I found Nikki and Jane drinking and dancing on one corner, they were surprised to see me in full glam courtesy of this party’s host. It was just as I expected, they were gagged. I told them how Michiko asked to put me in drag and they were blatant about their jealousy. Especially Nikki who just revealed to me that she also wants to put me in drag. Nikki looked like a knock off version of Harley Quinn and Jane looked hideous with the Annabelle make-up.

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.”

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see through them myself?" I refused to answer him while he went on reading one invite address to another. I don't have time to attend any boring tea parties and witness women gossiping like immature girls. Unlike any other Luna, I take my position way seriously to match my Alpha's grounds. Although nobody usually demands me, it is of the will in me that somehow urges to be the lady I should be. The Luna of all Lunas and the lady of all ladies. With my current mindset that has somehow grown through the years, nothing matters more than the reputation I was placed. For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this positio

Ryan's expression grew somber. "Nikki's mother and grandmother embarked on a perilous journey, fleeing a formidable witch coven to shield her from danger. In a twist of fate, Nikki's father, a Lycian hailing from a lost pack, crossed paths with her mother during their hidden existence. Following Nikki's birth, her parents confronted a harrowing ordeal at the hands of dark witches and vampires. Anticipating the looming threat, Nikki's mother skillfully enchanted a human couple, entrusting them to raise Nikki under the guise of their child, while sealing away her innate powers." Ryan explained to us, shedding light on the intricate details of Nikki's lineage and upbringing.

“He didn’t tell you about me, did he?” Savannah's mouth dried. “About who?” Nika slid a child’s ring across the table. A small gold band, too delicate to be worn. Inside it was etched a name: Mira 2.1 “I was the next batch. Grown from leftover ambition. They didn’t need me to be loyal. Just potent.” Nika smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “I don’t want revenge, Savannah. I want clarity.” Savannah stared at the ring. “Why come to me?”

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.

I smiled and kissed her cheek. "Koi nhi! Aapke chachu aaj aapke baal bana denge! Let's go!" Translation - "No worries! Your uncle will style your hair today! Let's go!" She smiled and nodded. I took her to my room and asked a maid to bring the accessories from her and Sam's room as she is staying with Samaira. After sometime the maid came with all the things and I did my magic whilst she sat in front of the mirror. After almost fifteen minutes I was done.

the mid wife said Becka was disappointed, she wanted a boy. She wanted to be the mother to the heir. After few minutes of waiting, the baby was brought to Amir. He carried her, he admired her pretty face. She was just so little and he was sure her bones where so fragile too. “Kira” he said “She will be called Kira, just after my mother” he said “Auuu, such a sweet name” Becka whispered as she smiled lightly.