The Second Life Of Mirielle West นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She came back way sooner than expected. "I've been wanting to read this one," she shared in a small voice, shrugging her shoulders while walking back to the couch. Just as she sat down with finesse, held out the book with both hands, and carefully opened it, letting the pages cascade smoothly like it was some treasured family heirloom, and that was when he read the title he was aching to recall. Of course! "The Imperial Serenade," he mumbled the title out loud. "By the Lancaster Maureen Ethereal," Carylle continued with satisfaction. "I've been dying to read this since back then. My former co-workers have been talking about it a lot."

"Was he referring to Sophia's uncle, Mr John? And what was so special about this necklace to worth twenty million dollars?" So, he dragged his senses throughout the auction room to check if his werewolf instinct was mistaken about the Mr Lambert being announced. Sadly, his werewolf instinct was proven wrong when he confirmed it was not just John's scent that he sniffed but Eric's as well. Then, he dropped his gaze to his wrist where the barcode of his lifeline was marked on. Nicholas knew that if his lifeline dropped to zero, he will certainly die. On the other hand, Nicholas could not help but ask himself if he will die as well when his lifeline remained in its digits after he pulled the bu

THE day passed and now it was time for the ball to take place. The day passed quickly because of our preparations. I have also been busy these past few days for the Anniversary but Keiron is helping me so I did not struggle anymore. And one more thing, I told the twins that I will not introduce them to the public, which they understood, so I do not have a problem with the two of them. I just finished getting ready and now I am looking at the big mirror in our room as I smile. I was wearing a red tube gown and my mask was black in colour. My hair is in a bun to make my gown appear more elegantly and my make up is light.

"I understand what you're feeling and trust me, I don't want to as well, but this is the only way for you to live longer, Miracle. You might forget about us, but we can always create more memories, right? You said so yourself. Your mind might forget about us, but your heart will always recognize us—me. I don't want to lose you, love, and if this is the only way you can stay with us, then so be it." Miracle cried in my arms while clinging onto me and I tried my best to comfort her while rubbing her arm. "I won't force you to do this, love. At the end of the day, it's your life and you have the right to choose how to live it. I just hope that you can think about us, our future. You heard him,

The face I saw in the mirror made my heart slip. Silver black hair fell in waves around sharp cheekbones and violet flickered behind icy blue eyes that were not mine. It looked like a lady named Elowen Solenne. I… everyone knew that name. She was a lone witch who lived on the edge of the territory, never came to gatherings, and never bowed to the pack. She was supposed to be dead, as rumoured. And here I was wearing her skin. I touched my cheek and the lady in the mirror did the same. My breath fogged the mirror.

Mirella said, “do you remember his face before he finally agreed?” Emily and I exchanged looks. “Show us,” I said, already smiling. Mirella puffed out her chest, stiffened her back, and twisted her face into the ugliest scowl she could manage. She dragged one foot like it weighed a hundred pounds. “My people,” she growled in a fake deep voice, “for the good of Wolves-Heaven…” She paused, sighed loudly, and rolled her eyes. “…I will parade Violet.” Emily completely lost it.

The Drowned Names Each trial takes a name from Mira — the name of a place, a person, a moment. As she forgets, the river grows calmer. The village begins to heal. Kojo tries to stop her: “You’re giving yourself away.” Mira says: “Maybe that’s what it takes.” In her final trial, she must look into a black pool and speak the name of the very first girl ever taken. If she speaks wrong, she’ll drown. She speaks it. “Abena.” The water clears. --- Chapter 19: The Choice of the Last Witch The River Witch appears fully, no longer monstrous — but mournful. She tells Mira the truth: she was once human. The first daughter drowned to end a war. The river kept her, and she became its spirit — neither dea

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one