The Second Life Of Mirielle West Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Mira's POV. My blood ran cold. Ellen would take it to the Alpha? Why has my life been so damn unlucky? First, it was my father pressuring me to kill my mate, and now Ellen is pressuring me to explain the content in the vials. Life was beginning to tire me. All I ever wanted was love, not endless trials. What could I say to escape this mess? Besides, Ellen is just the head cook; if matters escalate, I could get Mama T to make her give it to me.

I inherited that spark of Aetheric Divinity, just enough to have no trouble conceiving an Aetherborn. But if the mother was too weak, the Aetherborn would devour the mother's vitality. After the birth, I was already at death's door. Kael had kept me alive through an old wolven magic until the cub turned one year old. Even if Arya hadn't killed me, I wouldn't have lived much longer anyway. So in this life, when she'd stolen the place that once belonged to me, I didn't mourn its loss. Instead, I wondered how she'd bear its weight.

Ella opened the bedroom door and peeped inside cautiously. She grabbed a bucket from the bathroom and a rag she had spotted on the veranda while entering. After filling the bucket with water, she began scrubbing. First the room, then the living room, the veranda, and the stairs covered in slippery spirogyra. Each stroke of the rag left the floor gleaming, so clean it looked as if the entire house had been renovated overnight.

Mirelle Voss is holding a leather ledger book, counting the secret blood gold coins we smuggled into the overseas rogue packs, so her jaw drops open as she snaps back with absolute impatience, "My ears already know your spirit despises his face. Do your small brains think my own beast enjoys looking at his silver eyes? My tongue told your mind before, our line must wait patiently for a perfect hunting opportunity to make his boots slip on the mountain trails." It holds zero importance to our plans whether Franklin survived his early cycles in the wildlands or not, because his physical shell is just a young male wolf in his early twenties who knows nothing about city courts. His spirit is you

The man I chose would inherit eighty percent of his private celestial holdings with me and become the next true ruler of House Seraphiel. In my last life, I chose Adrian. I lifted him to the highest seat in the Holy Court, then walked straight into hell. Lucien recovered first and laughed. “Then congratulations, Adrian. The Golden Wing is finally taking the throne.” “Do not forget us when you rise.” Gabriel said. Pride softened Adrian's face. He looked at me as if I were already his property. “Congratulations to you too. After chasing me for years, you finally got what you wanted.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “But let me make one thing clear. After marriage, we live our own lives.

MIA’S P.O.V I took a sip of my strawberry daiquiri, admiring the turquoise blue water in front of me. Soaking in the sun I laid on a sunbed with nothing but my white bikini and rainbow sarong. I was done being ‘Goody two shoes’, my abandonment and time in jail, gave me a lot of time to think and go through my life, inspecting each detail of my past and all I realized was that no matter how much of good I have done, I was always let down by life. I no longer believed that ‘if you do good, good will come to you, but that doesn’t mean that I would no longer be a good person, it just means that I would no longer be always so sweet and innocent, letting everyone does something wrong to me, get aw

Not having a thing to say, I kept quiet in my seat and ate calmly. "Hmmm." She nodded reluctantly and took a sip of wine. "So Mira..." She started but I was quick to cut in. "Mila!" I supplied, and she looked at me questioningly. "My name Ma. It's Mila." "Hmmm, I see." She noted, before she continued. "So Mira, what social class do you belong?" "What?!" I asked caught off guard. I clearly understood what she had asked but her question was...... so.... materialistic! Plus! the fact she had still called me 'Mira', considering my clarification had gotten me.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.