Novel & Cerita Mirha Shah

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

I said and made my way to the exit. As I reached the door, someone stepped in front of me. Tall, stylish. Impossibly beautiful. A woman with caramel skin, waist-length red curls, and the most arresting emerald eyes. “Mirabella, right?” she asked with a polite smile. “Yes…?” “I’m Saraphina, you can call me Phina.” She offered a hand shake which I took.

So this girl is her daughter Aanaya shahid Age: 19 I saw this girl somewhere else, OK... So she is miss anaya Shahid doing bachelors in physics, interesting..... Shehrooz complete all arrangement, it's time to give them surprise, I said while smirking. I am coming miss anaya whole stole my heart..... And to make you mine,! Exclusively mine!....... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh my goodness 😱😱😱😱😱😱what's will going to happen..... What the evil 😈😈😈😈😈mind of shehryaar plan..... Stay tuned until for next chapter...

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I asked with my brows furrowed. "Rude," she muttered under her breath. "I'm Mink's third, name’s Kashmira Shaw but people here just call me Mira. And you two bromancing couple must be Rhys and Zyane, Mink and Aya's potential mates respectively." She said the last part with a dramatic eye roll, while Zyane jumped ten feet away from me at the "bromancing couple" comment. She was hot with an hourglass figure, I would give her that and if I hadn't met Mink I would be finding a spare room right about now, but now that I have met Mink, no one else holds my interest and I doubt anyone ever will.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira swung her sword and Sierra tightened her hold around her katana. As Marsha knew well that she was no match for Mira, she decided to keep her target towards her womb to kill the child. Aiming for her belly, Marsha stood up and tried to stab Mira's belly with her sword. The pendant in her neck shined brightly. It blinded Marsha and Mira was able to punch Marsha's belly hard. Marsha went flying towards the wall on the other side of the hall.

Chapter 12: Follow thy Heart Mikalya’s P.O.V “My name is Kashmira Shaw and I’m from the DawnFrost pack in Jammu.” It was later afternoon, after we had returned to our hotel room with Kashmira and her son and helped dress her wound that she had gotten while trying to cross a fence this morning. The wound wasn’t infected and her healing had already kicked in, so she should be fine in a few hours.

**** Layla heard a knock at the door and tiredly, she turned to Mirah. " Please attend to whoever that is, I'm tired " She said, yawning tiredly. Jennifer had put her through a lot of work, choosing her makeup, her jewelries, flowers,, and all other things. Mirah scoffed out loud. " Not like I didn't pass through the same stress as you did.. " She muttered before walking over to the door anyways. She twisted the door knob open, revealing Shane, his hands dipped into his pockets. " Sir... " Mirah called out in suprise.

sanky closes her mouth: award, you are next to impossible. Sanky laughs out loudly.. swara too smiles at her thought. . . . . Surgun Shagun: the two things best and worst in my life is the same thing. Suraj:what is that? Shagu: worst thing is you blackmailed me for marriage which turned out to be this much best. Suraj hugs her. . .. . . . Payal came. Mihir: miss. universe? Payal closes his mouth: its payal mihir arora. got it?

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.