Mortal Kombat Mileena Fan Art Novels & Stories

I kneel on the obsidian platform, the cold, digital glass biting into my knees. In front of me stands the woman I’m terrified to be. Dark Mia. She looks exactly like me, but stripped of the apology. Her eyes are voids, swallowing the neon light of the code-verse. Her lips are curled in a cruel, knowing smile. She’s wearing the haptic suit, but it’s torn open, revealing skin that glows with a bruised, violet light.

She just reached out and grabbed her doll intimately, as if she was super scared to let it go. Helene laughed heartily when she saw her daughter's behavior. "What is it that you are constantly terrified of, my dear? Your doll will never leave you. Take a seat and let's eat. Melpomene could perhaps sit right next to you so you can keep a watchful eye on her," she proposed. Jasmine heeded her mother's instruction and positioned her doll on the empty seat next to her. She gripped her mother's hand, which surprised Helene, and shifted her gaze to her daughter, who was also clutching the doll's hands on the other.

Aira responded, “It was the writer who created her,” “I remember when we handed him the final draft of the character. He began crying thanking Aira for bringing his character to life. He liked it so much… Apparently, Mila was the Ideolized version of his perfect woman,” Meghan said eying the photo with disdain and Aira rolled her eyes. “Well, you bet it is. That character turned to nerd community upside down. I mean a lot of guys who didn’t have anything to do with gaming started playing just to see her,” Carter said sounding amused.

Brynn rubs the back of her neck. I offer her an encouraging smile. “I’m sure my room isn’t far from yours.” To answer, Madame Aldine begins walking again. “This way.” After shooting Brynn one more encouraging look, I follow Madame Aldine down the hallway across the landing. A tapestry stretches across a good half of the wall, its vibrant colors telling a story about a battle involving dragons, werewolves, and… I get closer. A man holds a woman in a gown in one arm, her eyes closed and her hand pressed to her forehead in distress. He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp.

Cordell POV: Today is the funeral, seeing Mileena I can tell that she is in pain. I’m also in pain, Mileena seeing her mother die before her eyes is enough to make anyone go insane. Sapphire was a beautiful woman inside and out; I knew she care for Mileena. She was the only parent that Mileena has. Ever since that day Mileena has shut down, she never leaves her room, she stays in bed all day. It hurts me to see my mate in pain, I don’t know what to do to make her feel better.

Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince. Caption: THANK YOU PLANT GIRL WE SALUTE YOU “This,” I said flatly, “is my worst nightmare.” Sienna’s eyes narrowed. “So it is you.” “It’s not,” I insisted, because at this point I was in too deep to crawl out without consequences. Sienna opened her mouth to argue, but Blaire Maddox appeared like she’d been summoned by the word “nightmare.” She strolled up with her phone in her hand and the expression of someone who had found a new hobby: ruining peace.

“Do it now!” “Coraline!” Zayn yelled, his face a portrait of horror as he lunged forward to snatch the spear from my grip. That same expression I had seen in my dreams, but this is no fantasy. The Zayn in my dream is different from the one I'm facing right now. That is something I should acknowledge. “I’m giving her a favor! Can’t you see, Zayn? I’m freaking tired of all their games! You can’t even reprimand them!”

The lady lacked manners, and that irritated me so much. "Hey" Peggy waved at her, and got no response. "She's saying hello" Nathan told her, after which she spared Peggy a look of disdain. Wow. This night was going to be full of drama, all thanks to Nathan. "I must say Nathan, your works are so impressive. I didn't know you were an art lover just like me." Mila piped. "You love art too? Do you have any finished works? Thank you by the way." "Finished works? All I can boast of are a whole journal filled with dress designs." She blushed and Nathan smiled at her in amusement.

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