The Second Life Of Mirielle West 소설 & 이야기

"You're dead, dammit! My heart managed to kill you!” “My body may die, but where do you think souls who were never born with love and blood will go after their death?” Elli took two steps closer. "My soul resides in the love of my flesh and blood!" Miranda flapped her wings as fast as lightning, trying to get out of the moonlight, which was getting more and more burning. The witch flew in a zigzag, sometimes stopping and swooping down, but the beam always managed to read her moves. A spark of embers rose on the bat's wings, then slowly spread like paper engulfed in flames. Before long, the red body fell to the ground leaving only skeleton wings. As soon as Miranda turned around, Elli was rig

she added, fingers curling into the grass. "When she chose us… I realized something.” “What?” I asked. “That there is no winning her game,” Mira said. “Only surviving long enough to be reshaped into what she wants.” The wind shifted, carrying the distant howl of wolves training somewhere beyond the walls. Mira flinched. “I needed air,” she said simply. “Just one morning where my thoughts weren’t being catalogued. One moment where I wasn’t someone’s assistant, someone’s asset, someone’s experiment.”

Then very confidently, I await, “So my dear? Do you want to play? At least this time, you shall awake, and I will be by your side.” …Mirabelle POV… I have sealed my own fate; I am going to live hell the rest of my life. The greatest thing that has got me disturbed is that I have not died to deserve this; I was very much alive at a point in my office when I was ripped away from what I will say is reality, now I find myself in a room between nothing, it is pitch dark out there, yet inside here, I have my office, I should feel comforted, but it is only agony.

Chapter 8 Alex had planned to head straight to the hospital, but halfway there, he made a U-turn. There was something more pressing to take care of. Mira’s family lawyer. For years, Mira had lived under Aaron’s control, believing every word he told her. Aaron had convinced her that her parents hadn’t left her anything when they died, claiming their family’s debts had wiped out whatever was left. She never questioned it, never looked into it herself. She was too wrapped up in Aaron’s lies and manipulation. But Alex didn’t buy it. He knew Aaron too well to trust a single thing he said, and if Mira was going to reclaim her life, she needed to have a strong foundation—financially and socially.

The girl muttered a sorry and left. My instincts were right, she was still the same Phoebe in my past life and I was going to make her pay for being unbearable. That was Mirabel talking, not Kira. Kira was dead and buried. It was time to make things right with my new body.

I got myself drunk and fell into the waiting hands of Mira. The sex was mind-blowing I can't deny that, to think I have been depriving myself for a long while now. However, at the end of it I couldn't look at myself in the mirror and all I could think of was to call Kira. Despite our history, she has been chosen to be my mate and I need to respect that.

he said, I drank, the whiskey was smooth, as it burned a little. My personal assistant, Lucas, entered the room. He was a thin man, always wore glasses and looked nervous. It was why I kept him. Fear made people thorough. “Sir, a report on Mirabelle.” “Speak,” I put my glass down. “My man followed her today. Her routine was normal; Work at the cafe, home. But she made a detour this afternoon, after work.” “Continue,” my voice was calm, as I raised an eyebrow. “She went to a pawn shop, on Rue de la Misère. She stayed for ten minutes.

Her voice was quiet, but it carried through every corner of the healing wing. “You named me wolfless.” No one moved. “You named me curse-carrier.” Her wrist mark burned open like an unblinking eye. “But before this trial names me anything else, hear what I name myself.” Darius watched her, still and proud in a way he did not speak aloud. Mira looked at Cassia’s silver eyes, then at the lower door, then directly at Maera. “I am Mira Vale. I was emptied before my first shift. I am not here to steal Luna silver. I am here as witness to the wolf stolen from me.”

Lucien continued, “You will be with me, day and night, until I figure out who you really are… and why I can’t touch you.” Mireya blinked, her mind was spinning. She barely caught the words, but when it clicked, when the meaning of the bargain she had just made settled in her bones, she stopped breathing. A bargain with a monster. “Very well then,” Lucien said, straightening his posture. “Come to my office, now. Don’t keep me waiting.” And before she could respond, before she could process his command, he simply turned and walked away. After a few steps, and in a heartbeat, he was gone.