Tante Mira Novels & Stories

Arc I – The Possession Begins Chapter 2: The Lady in the Mirror For a full five seconds, Mira did not move. The reflection did. It smiled—her smile, but sharper. Her hands went cold. “I—uh,” Mira stammered, “I’m… me?” Brilliant. Pulitzer-winning dialogue. The reflection tilted its head. “You are not Seraphina Edevane.” Mira’s heart pounded. She backed away, but the reflection followed in perfect synch, except for one crucial detail: the eyes. They weren’t her normal wide-eyed panic; they were calm, ancient, and unmistakably aware.

Mira immediately jolts out from her thoughts but it was too late for her to take any action, the vehicle knocked her off the bridge, sending her into the river. ***** Antonio walked into the house expecting to see his lovely Mira, but the only thing he actually saw was his brother making love to another hoe. This was the third time in a row. “Come on bro, this is the third time since you visited that you are bringing a prostitute into my home, I have visitors sometimes hope you know that.”

Isn’t it supposed to be inside the drawer? Looking at the time, it seems like the lady had no time left for her to be dilly dally. “I gotta go” She then mumbles as she tap Lea’s shoulder. “I am Mira by the way” She said winking at her as a smirk crept on her lips. ‘Guess there is no way they would recognize me like this, right?’

Mira shot me a strange look. "Well, she's definitely got talent", Antonio shrugged out when we were back outside the night sky. "Her dancing is sublime", Mira spoke too. "She is a prima ballerina for a reason that's clear. If someone pushed me down the stairs, you wouldn't catch me on my feet and moving like that only a few weeks after", Mira added. "She is amazing", I agreed running my hand through my hair. "You guys go on to the after party while Elena gets ready at the house, then we will meet you at the restaurant", I suggested.

POV: Mira I heard my name like it was coming from far away. “Mira… wake up… Mira…” Soft at first. Like a dream. Then— “MIRA, wake up!” I jerked up in bed, my eyes snapping open. Tina stood beside me, hands on her hips, staring down at me like I had personally offended her by sleeping. “Tina…” I groaned, pushing myself up slowly and rubbing my eyes. “What is it?”

Mira, for her part, seemed entirely unbothered, reaching for the bread basket like she hadn't just walked into a room full of my pack wearing my jacket like a declaration nobody had actually asked her to make. "You're staring," she said, without looking up. "I'm not staring." "You've been staring since I sat down." "I'm observing the room." "You're observing me." "The room includes you." She glanced sideways at that, amusement flickering across her face before she turned her attention back to buttering a piece of bread with far more concentration than the task actually required. "That's a very convenient definition." "It's an accurate one." "You keep saying that." "Because it keeps being tru

Her mood turned gloomy because she knew, Mira was one of the fans who adored Luca Tybelg and it would only spell trouble if she blabs about the happening during lunch break. Mira was well-known in the company because of her exquisite beauty. She had long wavy black hair, big chests, sexy lips, a high nose, mesmerizing black eyes and beautifully angled cheeks. Her curvy body made her even gorgeous. She could be a supermodel because she was as beautiful as one, but, she chose to work in the travel agency. Maybe because of her beauty, a lot of people trusted her but no one knows that she was a two-faced coin. Jennet was probably the only person who could see through her mask because Mira always

she said, afraid that she might have been too obvious. “Your face looks very familiar” the lady added. On hearing this Amira’s heart started thumping. “You must be the wife of the blacksmith” the lady said getting even closer to her. With great relieve that she wasn’t recognized, she face her and played along. “I’m vina” the lady said extending her hand for a hand shake. “I....I’m , Am .....m... Mika” Amira stuttered. Vina chatted with her for a bit, and she noticed she loved talking. But then she was such a beautiful lady and she wandered what brought her here.

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

"You might not like what you see." Then he clicks on play and the video comes to life. For a moment, I do not understand what the fuck is going on. Then I hear Vanessa's gasp of horror and my insides turn to ice. I see her. Mira. She is surrounded by men while she takes turns…sucking them off one after the other. Anger unfurls in my chest as she moans and groans along with them. Vanessa makes an animalistic sound in her throat and turns away.