Novels by Mimi_xoxo

Third-person Pov "I thought you said she was getting better," Alex said. He dragged his eyes away from the pale, sleeping figure on the hospital bed and turned his attention to the doctor who was packing away his equipment. "What is wrong with her? Why did she just... collapse like that?" The doctor sighed. "She is recovering very well," the doctor assured him. "I think this er—episode was caused by stress. Seeing the outside world and lots of people after such a long time must have triggered all her stress hormones. I really wasn't in support of her going out so soon, but..." The doctor trailed off and shrugged. Alex could complete the doctor's statement if he wished. Timothy Mitchell had most likely ordered that his daughter be allowed out of the hospital all so she could get her memory back as soon as possible. Like his daughter, Timothy always got what he wanted. "So what happens now?" Alex asked. "Well, she will be monitored really closely from now. Obviously, she ca

AMELIAThe nurse brought in the phone about an hour after I had woken up."Your husband brought it over," she said, handing it to me. I nodded my thanks. When Alexander had stopped by the day before, I had asked him to get me my phone—Emma's phone. I could barely wait for the nurse to do her routine check-up and leave. Now I was going to be stuck in her body, and after what Timothy had told me, I really wanted to find out more about Emma. When the nurse left, I was stumped for a bit. How could I open Emma's phone when I didn't know her password? But I needn't have worried. The phone had face recognition. I sat tapping the screen for a while, thinking. In the search bar of the phone's browser, I quickly typed: *Emma Pierce attempts suicide.* A whole lot of results came up. I clicked on each link, reading the stories of Emma Pierce with growing sadness and horror. First, Emma had started to slit her wrists and had been stopped by Alex. The family had tried to deny this, but in th

ALEXANDER "Damned bottle!" I muttered to myself as the whiskey bottle slipped to the edge of the table. I managed to grab it before it could hit the floor. I glued it to my lips and gulped down half of it. The alcohol warmed my insides. I told myself getting wasted was a shitty way of avoiding a problem I would have to deal with anyway and told myself to get it together. That advice lasted for all of thirty seconds. And then I was on my feet again, stumbling to the minibar off the living room to get another drink. "Screw this," I cursed. In a few days, maybe a week, Emma would be back to this house and back into my life. Again. I staggered back to my chair. Who in their right mind would want to live with Emma Mitchell, the snooty spoilt brat of a very wealthy man? Certainly not me. I had to admit though that I was sort of glad she had woken up from the coma. Sort of. At least now I wouldn't continue to be hounded by the media. In three whole years, they hadn't le

AMELIA"Mr. Mitchell," the startled nurse squeaked, checking her watch, probably to be sure of the time.Timothy Mitchell had lost a little weight since I had last seen him, but his face broke into a smile as he hurried over.He came to a stop in front of me, placing two large hands on my shoulders."My girl. My girl," he said and promptly pulled me into a hug.I immediately stiffened. He did not seem to notice. He smelled of some musky, expensive perfume. Being hugged this close by a man I had only met once was bad enough. When he planted a kiss on the top of my head, it was just too much.I pulled back. It took a few seconds before he noticed I was pulling away and a few seconds more before he released me."You're hugging me too tightly," I said, rubbing my ribs, which were perfectly fine, and wincing."Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry," he said. "I was just so excited to see you and—"He broke off when the nurse came close."Are you alright, Ms. Emma?" she asked, then she saw t

AMELIAIt was nighttime. I could tell, even without opening my eyes, by the hushed silence and the chirping of insects somewhere far away. "Please let this all have been a dream," I prayed silently to whoever was up there listening. All I wanted was for all that had happened in the last few days to be a trance I had been having while in a coma. But when I opened my eyes, I was still in the same hospital room with the beeping machines, the adjustable bed, and the white walls. The thought that I was back to my old self had me reaching with shaky hands for the metal tray at my bedside. Quickly, I poured away the contents, flipped it over, and studied my reflection. My heart sank. It was still the same vivid red hair, pretty freckled face, and smooth skin staring back at me. I was still trapped in the body of Emma Mitchell. Someone began to wheeze, and I realized an instant later that it was me. The panic had started to take over. It was difficult to draw in a breath.

Third-person Pov "Oh Lord, not another complication!" Amelia thought to herself, hoping that the man in front of her would just disappear and turn out to be her imagination, but no matter how much she blinked and stared, the man remained there, as solid and real as ever. With a groan, she buried her face in her hands. This situation was enough to drive anyone crazy, and Amelia felt that she was slowly getting there. "Are you in pain, Emma? Should I call the doctor?" asked Alexander, mistaking her groan for one of pain. "I'm fine," she snapped. She took another good look at Alexander. He looked young, like he wasn't even thirty yet, which made sense because the body she was in was the body of a girl that didn't even look older than twenty-one. Now, how was she supposed to deal not only with the fact that she was wearing a stranger's body like a cloth but that this girl was also married?The thing that made her want to tear her hair out in frustration was the fact that no one