Novel & Cerita Paul Reed Smith S2 Mira

REID The heavy iron door of the diner was still swinging as I lunged out of the diner. I finally caught up to Mira in a narrow, shadow-drenched alleyway near the pack bridge. "Reid, let me go or I’ll fucking scream for help!" she yelled, her voice high and filled with a panic I’d never seen from her before. "Just tell me the fucking truth!" I growled, my hands slamming onto her shoulders, pinning her against the cold brick wall.

They all looked so confident and capable and I felt like a joke standing there. Mike was waiting for me near the center of the field along with a woman I had seen around the pack house but hadn’t really spoken to yet. She was tall and athletic with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and warm brown eyes that seemed kind. She smiled when she saw me approach. “Silver this is Mira,” Mike said gesturing to the woman. “She’s one of our best fighters and she’s going to help with your training.” Mira extended her hand and I shook it hesitantly. “It’s nice to officially meet you Silver. Mike’s told me a lot about you.”

A sleek surgical chair stood in the center. "You've been busy," Darius muttered. Mirabel looked at him without blinking. "And you're as pretty as the rumors say. Try not to bleed on anything." Elodie snorted. "I like her already." Mirabel gestured toward the bag Elodie carried. "Show me what you brought." They placed the drives on the counter. Mirabel's eyes widened slightly as she scanned the labels. "Echo Alpha," she whispered. "So it's true. Elijah completed the mirror phase."

Elora's POV “You couldn’t go against him?” I repeated after him. He didn’t reply. Just stared at me. Wary eyes, mussed hair. Hand occasionally raking his hair. I turned back to the shelf behind me and plucked another leather-bound book, pulling the cover. On the first page, a picture froze me in place. Mira. It was a younger version of her, smiling as if she were the nicest person in the world. I’d met her at the shop, ran into her countless times, had her stop us in the labyrinth, seen her with Zack, and lately, realized that she was part of the Crimson Circle.

Don't thank me for accuracy. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Mira had almost smiled. Not the almost — the real one. Her own version of it, which was Kade's almost-smile and something Zara did not have a name for and something entirely Mira's own, all three simultaneously in the specific way of a face that had been formed by multiple inheritances and was entirely itself. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

This only means that she has to take Elena out of the equation…. Mira goes down to the kitchen. Checking if the coast is clear, she takes out her phone and calls Benjamin, who answers immediately. “Mira,” he says in surprise, then his voice gets thick with lust. “You here to cash in your check?” “No,” Mira says silently. “I’m here to give you one last job.” “What is it?” “We have to get rid of Elena… permanently.”

Elion corrected. Mira was scribbling on her clipboard. "Great scene, guys. Give me a handshake. Or a slap. Something final." "Can you give us a minute, Mira?" Lysander asked. "Fine. One minute. I have a crane coming in to move the lighting truss." Mira walked away, yelling at a forklift driver. Elion and Lysander stood by the car. "So," Lysander said. "This is it. You're choosing the sinking ship."

But as I rose, Mira's hand shot out, sliding a glossy print across the table. "Wait. Look at this." I froze, my eyes dropping to the image. It was dim, shadows playing across the scene, but unmistakable. Mira in the back of a sleek black SUV, her head thrown back in ecstasy, lips parted on a silent moan. Arlo on her left, his hand buried between her thighs, fingers visibly thrusting into her, her skirt rucked up around her waist. Kael on her right, his mouth on her neck, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the bite of his teeth on her skin.

But she also thought of the stakes. With a curt nod, Mira tucked the paper into her pocket and walked to her car. As she opened the door, Edward spoke again, almost as an afterthought. “One more thing.” Mira turned, her brows raised. He tossed her a cigarette. “For the nerves.” Mira caught it, smirking faintly. “I don’t smoke.” Edward smirked back. “You might, after this.” And with that, Mira got into her car, started the engine, and peeled off down the street, leaving Edward in a haze of smoke.

Myra stood there for a moment like she was paralyzed or petrified. Two minutes later she was running accross her hallway going to the backdoor and on turning for a second to glimpse behind and she saw police and TMU officials' cars pulling up her frontyard and her mercedes still flaming. **************************** "Nice work, I love it. This will keep them busy. They will never see it coming", came a deep voice from a gentleman seated on the coach. He had a round black hat and was watching the ten o'clock news on citizen. The reporters voice filled the room.