Novel & Cerita The Second Life Of Mirielle West

“You don’t want to wake him. Trust me.” I exhaled slowly and stepped back, closing the door behind me. A moment later, it opened again. Mirelle stepped out, dressed in a simple nightwear that did nothing to hide the softness of her body. The sight of her made my throat tighten. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, reacting to her presence, to her scent, to the undeniable pull that had never faded. She looked… beautiful. Effortlessly so. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay still, to keep control, even as every instinct inside me urged me to close the distance and pull her into my arms.

She finally said softly. Mira was bisexual. She had a boyfriend and a girlfriend and Kira had often barged into her best friend being sucked by the girlfriend while the boyfriend fucked her mouth. Before now, she didn’t understand what kind of feeling would lead a person to have such crazy fantasies, but now…. Now she was dripping and she genuinely wanted to experience that kind of fuck. Mira let out a soft smile, caressing Kira’s palm. “It’s fine if you don’t want that, sugar. I won’t force you. Once it’s five, we would leave for the Elysium.”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

“Luna—what the hell?” Mira turned her head slowly, her eyes gleaming with desperation. “It’s clean and easy. No one will suspect it. All I need is the child. Once the baby’s here, I’ll claim it’s mine and Lucien’s. The old wolves won’t question it, not if I time it right. The elders will shut up. Lucien won’t be able to deny me then.” Stephanie took a step forward, her voice low, trembling with disbelief. “You want to force two innocent people to have a child… and then kill them? Mira, this is madness.”

Until she said the one thing I couldn’t forgive: “She must be contained.” I stepped forward, voice cold. “She is not a weapon.” “She’s not a girl anymore.” “She’s mine.” Elira stared. Then, quietly: “Then maybe it’s time you choose who you’re loyal to.” 8. Mira’s Name That night, the Grove burned. Not in fire. In truth. Mira stood at the Spiral’s heart. Her hands lifted to the seed chamber above. Her voice stronger than ever before called out a single name:

‎I’m the chosen one. But they never treated me like it. Not even once. And sometimes I wondered why the Moon Goddess let Carissa win the first time. Even when I was her reincarnation. Still, she granted me a second chance. A second breath. A second life. And I’m not throwing that away. ‎Not for Nolan.Not for my so-called uncle. Not even for Theodore. ‎… Or maybe I would No, I won’t. Now isn’t the time to be weak. Or to think about him.

"Yvie!" I frowned and shook him off, snapping coolly, "Please watch yourself, Mr. Grant. If you came to apologize for Susie Grant, then you don't have to—I'm not interested." My coldness stung him, but he smiled wryly. "No, I didn't come for her." Then, taking a deep breath as if to steel himself, he looked at me with his bloodshot eyes as he said, "I came to apologize about what I'd done in our past lives. I know you reincarnated too, Yvie."

She’d let the chaos simmer around her but hadn’t let it touch her. Ophelia placed a mug of tea in her hands. “You’re officially a legend now.” Mira snorted softly. “Legends don’t get grounded for life.” “They also don’t get a second chance,” Carl said from the desk, spinning a pen between his fingers. “Do I have one?” Mira asked. “A second chance?” Carl looked at her. “You rewrote your own existence. You’re literally rebooted. You’ve got a whole new version.”