Is Miranda Cosgrove Single Novels & Stories

Gregory would never know. Miranda was a big girl, with two big guys looking out for her, and a shit-tonne of money of her own as well as that coming her way when Gregory died. She could look after herself. So far, she had done just that, after all. Vixen didn’t owe her anything. Except that she was Gregory’s granddaughter, his only blood relative, and Vixen loved Gregory and it f-king pissed her off that Thomas would speak about him in that way. And that Raven was best friends with Miranda’s boyfriends, and Vixen loved Raven.

I nodded in agreement before asking, "How have you been doing lately? His departure from this world hasn't affected your life in any way, right?" Stroking her belly, Miranda said, "Of course! I've remarried, and I'm pregnant now. My baby will soon be joining me in this world." My eyes widened. It finally hit me that it had been over a year since my divorce from Renee. When Miranda saw how dazed I was, she nudged my arm and asked, "What about you? How are things going with you? Have you met anyone new?" I was about to shake my head when my doorbell rang.

“ Awn. Thanks. I love yours too. ” “ Thanks. ” “ If I may ask, you are still in college right? ” “ Yup, I am in my finals. ” Mira announced proudly. “ Oh wow. I finished college two years ago. ” Mira was amused by her sincerity. “ What course did you study? ” “ Music. ” “ You sing? ” “ Of course. Have you heard of Lisa Star? ” Her words made Miranda take a pause in shock. “ Don't Tell me. ” “ I am. ”

Miranda grabbed the remote and changed channels randomly. just when she was about to switch to another channel she saw something Maya, “have you managed to contact Miranda yet?” “Not yet, there's been no news of her. Nobody knows where she is” "Miranda is trying to escape for fear of her getting arrested. Is there anything you'd like to say about this? What do you intend to do next” ".. I don't know.. I still don't believe that she would do something like that even now.” “We've heard that Grant Corporation and

"What time is Miranda getting here?" "Seven thirty. She's bringing a media consultant. They want to run through potential questions, craft talking points." "Make me sound believable when I say I married you for love and not money?" "Something like that." Elara stood, kissed his forehead. "I'm going to shower and pretend to be the kind of woman who marries billionaires all the time. You're going to eat something that isn't coffee. Deal?" "Deal." --- Miranda arrived at exactly seven thirty with a woman named Rebecca Park. She was in her fifties, sharp eyed, dressed in a power suit that screamed she'd handled worse scandals than this.

“Shirley, look! Caleb’s shameless!” On the screen, Caleb and Miranda were livestreaming. Miranda wore all black with a small white flower pinned in her hair. She cried dramatically into the camera with tears streaming down her face. “Misfortune has struck our family! My husband was critically ill, and my daughter-in-law was the only one at home. Who would’ve thought she’d be so shameless that she’d refuse to save him? “My husband was the pillar of the family. Now that he’s gone, what am I and my son supposed to do from now on?

“No, and for once, can you not talk about such indecent things? Miranda and I are not married, but she is married to someone who she wants a divorce from.” Donovan smirked, switching his gaze between the both of us. “Oh, I see what’s going on here. You want her to leave her spouse so you can have her all to yourself. Smart move, Davi. Cruel, but smart,” he appraised. I abruptly rose from my seat, face hard as granite.

My brows furrowed. “Who is that?’ I asked Miranda became anxious almost immediately, brushing the strands of her hair. “I... I... don’t,” she stuttered, avoiding my gaze. “I thought I saw you with someone,” I said, my tone laced with curiosity as I looked back at her. “Oh,” she reached for my hand lightly, almost as if to distract me. “That was my daughter, Grace. She had an urgent call.” “You still in touch with Tilda?” I found myself asking.

Victoria cleared her throat and leaned back in her chair, casual as anything. "Oh." She tilted her head like she had just remembered. "I almost forgot to tell you, grandma." Miranda was still smiling, dabbing the corner of her eye with her sleeve. "What?" "I'm engaged." The crossword book slid completely off Miranda's lap and hit the floor. Neither of them moved to pick it up. Miranda stared at her granddaughter with her mouth open and her reading glasses hanging off one ear. "I'm sorry.” Even at this age, Miranda’s hearing was excellent. But she wondered if it was failing her now. "You're what?"