The Second Life Of Mirielle West Summary Novels & Stories

"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

Just the way I liked it…she meant just the way Emily liked it. She must like boiling her skin. “Add some cold water, please,” I said politely, scared that rudeness might cause me to wake up or make the angels send me to this dreamland. “Okay, young miss,” Ava said and did as told. “It’s better now.” She informed, and I nodded slightly. I stepped into it, and this time it was just what I wanted. I let out a sigh and relaxed my body. I was still surprised to know I had a whole room wardrobe. I had all those beautiful things to myself—this luxurious life.

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

I say quietly. I close the sketchbook “I don’t know who I am anymore, Tess.” “Yes, you do.” “I was Mirella Marceli for so long, wife to Nikolai Marceli.” “And now you’re mirella.” I held my tears at bay, I was done crying, I was done feeling sorry for myself. “Who is mirella.” I ask more to myself than her. “I guess we’re going to find out.” Tessa giggles “now go get ready, because we’re going shopping.” She squeals.

“You're going to make me say it, aren't you?” “Say what?” he asked. Mirrie struggled to contain all her thoughts and feelings, fought hard to not say everything that she'd held inside for so long. But he was pushing her, he was practically begging for her to expose her shame to the light of day. So at long last, she did. “I learned how to live my life without you, Shane. It was half a life, and it was flat and blank, but at least I lived it knowing that you were safe out there somewhere. It almost killed me, but I did it."

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.

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.”

she said aloud, to no one, her voice sounding strange and small in the dusty quiet. Miriel Aurora had been a healer. A slave. A woman with no family Aeloria had ever heard named, no history beyond the small, careful stories she'd offered her daughter before her death. There was no reason a dead Luna from thirty years ago should share anything with a woman who'd spent her whole life scrubbing floors and setting bones in a pack two territories away. And yet. Aeloria reached up, without entirely deciding to, and touched her own cheekbone, then the painted one, comparing angles that made no logical sense to compare.

But I'm honestly tired of fate making decisions for me. First, I found out that I'm the Moon Goddess's daughter and I have a mission to take down the descendant of the cursed Alpha King. And then I found out that the person I thought was my mate was actually not my mate—and now... I'm suddenly a Queen? Isn't it too much? "Mira," Anna called me quietly. I looked at her and noticed her eyes were welling up. I wanted to ask her why she was crying, but before I could, she reached out her hand and wiped my cheeks—and that's when I realized I was crying too.

then I watched her face change the moment the surname registered, her eyes sharpened, and she leaned forward and rested her elbow on her knee, “Westwood? Adrian Westwood?” “Yes.” “How?” she said it simply and directly, her eyes fixed on me, “How did Mira, our Mira, end up with Adrian Westwood? She left here and went straight to him? How does that even happen?” I reached over and pulled up the news article on my phone and held it out to her. She took it and stared at the screen for a long moment, the picture of Mira in a wedding dress beside Adrian. “How,” Julie said again, quieter this time, more to herself than to me.