Phoenix Wright Mia Novels & Stories

Mia I knew something was wrong the moment my phone started vibrating nonstop. Not a call. Not a message. Notifications. Hundreds. Thousands. My heart sank as I picked it up and unlocked the screen. “BREAKING: CEO Harry Declan Accused of Covert Operations, Illegal Payouts in Sable Scandal Leak” “Anonymous Source Provides Files Alleging Ties to Corporate Espionage, Bribery” “Who is Mia Williams? Declan’s Girlfriend Named in Offshore Accounts”

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

"For your information, Felix, the Mia standing before you is not the same Mia you used to know. I'm no longer the woman who was afraid of you or blindly obeyed every command you gave." I took a step forward. "The woman you're looking at now is Mia Preston—not Mia Wade." My voice hardened. "So don't ever think you can order me around and expect me to follow your instructions." Felix's fists tightened at his sides. But I wasn't done yet. Pointing directly at his face, I continued, "I allowed you to stand here and spit your nonsense, Felix. But the next time you dare stop me from walking away, or try to control my actions, you'll learn that regret is the least of your problems."

It was not Michelle who stood. It was Mia. Her wolf didn’t just rise. She exploded forward. Fur bursting, bones shifting, muscles rearranging, white-hot pain forcing a scream through human throat until the body broke open and Luna emerged. Michelle had never shifted in his presence after her mother died. She had always been too weak. Too drained. Too silver-poisoned. Too emotionally battered. But now she shifted like she had been waiting to. Mia was enormous. Lighter than Midnight, more silver-grey than black, but large, lean, coiled with a fury that did not scream but simmered.

I hesitated. “I can walk,” I said. “I know,” he said gently. “But let me do this.” I swallowed my pride and placed my hand in his. It was warm, strong, steadying. We stepped off the plane together. Waiting for us was an entourage—Xavier’s top warriors, a few council representatives from his territory, and... her. Mia stood to the side, heavily pregnant, rubbing her stomach like a prized possession on display. She wore a tight-fitted dress that showed off every curve of her belly. Her face twisted slightly when she saw me, but she quickly masked it behind a sweet smile.

Realizing the answer was right in front of me, I caught up with the bed and picked up my phone—settling on the dressing table as I searched the website for hate comments, not finding any at all—at the same time. “What?” Hate, mixed with anger pulled up inside of me and I shook my head in disbelief. “No, what happened?” I scrolled through the website's page, searching for one hate comment but there was none like that. Rather, there happened to be recently good comments written about Seraphina and her cakes. How the fuck did that happen? What exactly happened?

"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. ******

“Are you sad about today? Auntie said people were mean to you and Phoenix.” Reyna blinks rapidly to dispel the automatic sting of renewed tears. No matter the trials, coming home to this perfect child made even the darkest days brighter. She cradled Mia close, breathing in her soothing innocence. “It’s okay, sweet pea; I’ll be alright. Phoenix is still standing.”

She followed. As we ate, Mia kept glancing at her phone. She seemed distracted. I took it gently from her hands. “Can you eat first? Work can wait.” “Gosh, I was just looking at yesterday’s event. The lady who presented the award is Richard Cop’s wife. She looked stunning, but her voice reminded me so much of my mother.” I nearly choked. Victoria’s words rang in my ears—“Elizabeth, the wife of Richard, is Mia’s mother.” “You know, Robert, she had this familiar presence. If only I hadn’t been so drunk, maybe I could’ve figured it out. So I was checking it online.”

Helplessly praying and blaming herself. “Hi! I'm Mia… I have to take a look at you.” Chris' fiancée, Mia said walking towards Jennifer. “Wow. You're beautiful.” Jennifer responded honestly. Yes, Mia was a beauty. A 5’ 7" tall, tan skinned woman with smooth eyebrows, Brown hair with brown eyes, a narrow nose, a round chin and large lips. She has a Datura flower tattoo on her left leg. “Well… I can't say the same for you. You look like you were acting a horror movie. No offense.” Mia said and Jennifer chuckled looking at herself, she was covered with blood, not even her own blood.“I'm Jennifer…”