The Second Life Of Mirielle West Summary Novels & Stories

“After what you did to my daughter, there will never be peace between werewolves and vampires.” A fight broke between the two groups. It turned into an everlasting war ever since. In such a small time, there were already more than a dozen wars. Mira walked from one mirror into another. Most of the time, she landed in the wars. Other times, she landed in the dungeon where Mirabelle was kept. While the war was raging on, Mirabelle’s tummy was getting bigger and bigger. Her baby was growing into her and soon she would be giving birth. Mira sat in the cell, looking at her mother as she murmured a lullaby while looking to the sky through the small window. Her hand was caressing her belly softly.

I sighed, weakly. My mom touched my hand and gently squeezed it. “It wasn’t your fault. It was mine and your dad’s. Mira wasn’t aware too”. She shed another tear. “She lived like a begger all her life while we lived off her rights. I will never get over that” my mom spoke with a broken heart. “Rubby, I think Mira was pregnant before she disappeared “. My ears vibrated. “What?” I flicked in reflex. “You mean Gerald’s child might be out there?” I looked into her eyes as I asked.

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.

“Mira, you know I am not leaving. We came to take Keiral home.” A shape peered over the edge. Not a wolf. Not a human silhouette. Heavy shoulders. Narrow waist. The outline shifted and then held. A cat. Then a wolf. Then stillness. Mirage. “She is safe,” Mira said. “Safer than you are.” My chest tightened. “Let me see her.” Another pause. “No.” “She is my cousin,” I said. “She is yours too.” “She is your cousin, not mine,” Mira said. “Mine died the day her wolf healed what should have stayed broken.”

Inside, Mira slept for the first time in thirty six hours, cocooned in the arms of the man who had become her priest, her lover, her home. When she woke days later, the article was long deleted, her old life erased with a single click. She never left the estate again. She no longer wanted to. She had found ecstasy. And ecstasy had claimed her forever. End of The Cult of Ecstasy One Complete Conversion!

PART TWO -BARE- This is the second half of the book. This part will concentrate on Adanna's journey as a prostitute and the stumbling she had on her way to be a mother. I hope you enjoy it. 😍 CHAPTER FOURTEEN NINE MONTHS LATER "You need to see the way this guy was acting," I said as I sipped my beer. "I know you've got him caged, girl," Pelummi said through a haze of cigarette smoke.

"The guilt of not going back began eating away at Beauty's conscience. She used the mirror to see how the Beast was doing while she was away. " Miss Yumi said as she revealed the next page. The image from mirror took the entire class aback as much as it horrified Beauty. "Seeing the Beast half-dead beside the bed of roses, Beauty turned the ring over her hand three times without any hesitation. In an instant, she was teleported back to the castle and ran immediately to the Beast's side."

He was a frank individual who often spoke his mind, and he was the type who would listen and mind his own business instead of interrupting from time to time and even giving advice that she didn’t need or ask for. But… Of all people to know her secrets… Michael McGregor was definitely at the bottom of her list. She did not want him, of all people, to know her secrets. But she couldn’t just lie to him… “…I had to, Noah,” Camille said softly. “And I wanted to.” Michael was studying her quietly. “What do you mean by that?” “I was eighteen at that time, Noah. I… wanted a different life. I wanted to start over.”

He had even solemnly warned me to stay away from emotionally unstable people, or I would get hurt. But I was a lovestruck fool at the time, so I didn't heed a single word of his advice. In the end, I paid for it with my life. Almost near the end of my past life, Carl had tried to visit me once when I was sick, but he was blocked at the entrance by none other than Horace. "Keep your dirty feelings toward her to yourself. She'll always be mine." Carl's eyes turned red. "But you don't love her! Why do you want to torture her?"