Tante Mira Novels & Stories

Silang dalawa lang ang nasa glass pool kaya nagtaka na si Mira, pero agad namang naipalusot ni Brix. "Remember, treat ito ng La Vien. No wonder, tinotoo nila ang kanilang actong cupid style." Tumingin siya sa side profile ng mukha ni Mira. Once again, she resembles to his wife. This woman , whom he met for the first time was like his late wife in all aspects except sa kanyang mukha. Walang cleft chin ang kaharap niya ngayon. She wears two piece bikini, so her abs and well toned thigh and arms were exposed. Hindi niya mapigilang titigan ito ng matagal. Nang accidenteng magawi ang tingin ni Mira sa kanya, iniba niya ang tingin pero nakita parin ni Mira ang kanyang mga sulyap.

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.

she whispered. Syra squeezed back. “I don’t think so.” She looked around. “I think it’s us.” Something moved at the edge of the glass horizon. Sera tensed. “Did you see that?” Syra didn’t blink. “Yeah.” A figure stepped through the mirage slow, deliberate. Dressed in black. Eyes rimmed in familiar red. It was Mira. But not quite. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. This Mira was younger. Sharper. Almost… elegant.

~Iris POV The sun had just begun to dip behind the western hills, casting long amber streaks through the tall windows of my private chambers. Mira sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the velvet sofa, a small smirk on her face as she held a video tape in her hands. I raised an eyebrow, curious and slightly wary. “You brought this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “I did,” Mira said, shrugging casually. “Thought you might want to see… how your little wolves are doing.”

“Catherine, take this.” Mira, the woman in charge, shoved a brimming tub toward her with a nod at the rinsing trough. Mira was broad-shouldered, her gray-shot hair tied in a knot at the nape of her neck. Her forearms looked strong enough to wring a blanket in two. And she never missed anything. “Yes, ma’am,” Catherine said.

"I’ll make it simple for you, Lena." His fingers brushed my throat, trailing down, featherlight. "Give yourself to me. Completely. Body, mind, soul." His grip tightened. Not enough to choke, but enough to make me shudder. "Or," he purred, "you can watch your dear Mira break." I gasped as the mirror twisted, rippling like disturbed water. Mira appeared on the other side. She was curled on the floor of my apartment—or at least, a version of it.

Let me have this. Mira doesn't need your money. She doesn't need your protection. She needs someone to see her. Really see her. The way she laughs when she thinks no one's listening. The way she talks to plants like they're people. The way she cries at sad movies but pretends she has something in her eye.

She was holding it at her side and I wondered if she even knew how to use it but I didn't want to test that. "Shall we talk then Anna?" She tilted her head to the side with this sadistic smile on her face and I gulped. Who is this Mira? How does she even know Vincent? I am in trouble.

I'm sick to my stomach in a heartbeat. I look up at Evander. "I… what…" He stares down at me impassively. "This is Mira." The woman–Mira–is looking at me with something a fair bit harsher than neutrality. Her face is twisted into a sneer as she hooks her arm tighter around Evander's. "Is this that deaf woman you were telling me about?" She asks curtly. I stare up at the two of them, silently hoping this is not as what I am thinking.

Mira. Sitting on the edge of her bed, wrapped in a blanket, her dark hair messy and damp, her skin pale but alive. She looked up...and when her eyes met Scarlet’s, her lips curved into a trembling smile. “Scarlet, you sound like you've been waiting for ages…” Mira’s voice was soft, almost breaking. She stood so fast the blanket slipped off her shoulders, and before Scarlet could move, Mira had crossed the room and thrown herself into her arms.