Lin-manuel Miranda Books Novels & Stories

He asked, this bastard! I took the second glass again, I made to drink from it, but someone snatched it away from me. I turned backwards, only to see Miranda emptying the glass of drink inside her mouth. She belched after she was done, then she kept the glass back on the table. "Hi I'm Miranda Grande, his personal assistant. I'd appreciate if we leave now, since it's almost midnight, we have duties to carry out tomorrow," Miranda said surprising everyone. By now I was already seeing double. Mr vision was becoming blurry.

I murmur, needing some kind of sound in the deafening silence I flip through the pages aimlessly, noticing that the books are arranged based on category rather than alphabetical order, until my eyes snag on a list of names. ‘Journeys to the mirror world— A Memoir of Fernando D. Sigmond.’ What? My heart beats loud in my ears as I try to memorize the bookshelf number where the book is supposed to be. A lycan traveled to another world? Or did a human come to this world? Am I not the first person who was helped by a Sigmond?

She mocked, folding her arms as she pulled herself to a kneeling position. "Those papers..." I pointed to the scattered manuscripts. "They belong to whom?" "Of course, it's ours. Were you expecting that I could have become so hardworking to own them?" Miranda lashed out. "I have told you several times not to touch those files. Are they as important as the life of a human being?!" I clenched my fist, trying hard to stop the anger that was building up in me. "Don't you dare scream at me, Ashton Knight West! I am fed up with your nonchalant lifestyle. Who goes out there risking himself to save his ex-wife when his people are here hoping for positive feedback?" Miranda asked, her eyes were so re

“Milady? Who are you talking about, Lady…?” The man left the sentence mid-way waiting for the girl to answer him. However, instead of answering him what he wanted, Miranda shook her head. “I apologize, kind Sir. I am not in a place to answer your questions, especially when I am suspicious about all people, including you until I meet the Lord. I hope you will understand the predicament I am in.” Miranda said with a helpless smile, hoping that the man would not give up on her just because she did not give him what he wanted.

Miranda's point of view By the time I was done talking with Lorenzo on the phone, it was almost dark outside. He just kept reminding me how I should behave myself and shouldn’t bring shame to the pack. “...Miranda is friends with the Luna Queen,” I heard Vincenzo say to someone on the phone as I entered the house. “Who’s that?” I asked him in a whisper. “Your father-in-law,” he replied. “Oh.” I shook my head at how he was referring to his father.

What if another obstruction came between us? Before I could speak, Miranda raised her hands in the air and said, "I know you think this is crazy but I think she needs to do this. She already knows that Liam is a fraud but I don't think she knows his reasons. Let her meet with her sister. Whatever she decides will determine our next move," Miranda said thoughtfully. It was funny how a brothel worker was giving me advice and I found it reasonable enough to listen. With weakened shoulders, I dropped into my seat and brought my folded hands to carry the weight of my chin as I took deep breaths.

The morning sun pierced through the blinds of Victor Hale’s office, striping the polished mahogany desk with bands of gold. He was bent over his laptop, tapping out emails as though the gala last night hadn’t set the entire city buzzing. Miranda lounged on the leather sofa by the window, her crimson nails trailing idly across a glossy magazine. Every so often she laughed at some article, a high-pitched sound meant to remind the world—and Liana—that she belonged here now.

Everyone kept their distance and put their support for the Rui Lin Mafia in shadow. But in the middle of the chaos and despair, Sherly found a glimmer of hope. The exposure of the Vile Mafia's crimes and the collaboration between the Rui Lin Mafia and the government marked a significant step towards justice and accountability. It was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the unwavering resolve to confront evil and restore peace.

Mira sneered. “Hm,” Lana shrugged, still unbothered. She flipped to the next page. “Red is a bold color, isn't it?” “You should have left when you had the chance,” Mira growled, taking a slow step forward. Her fists clenched, veins rising and stretching beneath her skin like they might snap. Lana slapped the book shut. Then slowly turned to Mira. “So you've decided to attend to the elephant in the room?” “I never bought the whole memory thing,” Mira revealed. “I knew you were pretending.”

Miranda snipped as she hopped up on the tiled countertop that made up the Luna's kitchen, swiping a pear out of a wooden fruit bowl. She ate in messy bites, juice dripping down her toned arms. "I wasn't asking a whole bunch of questions; I just knew that he–" she pointed at the still gagged and bound Pelham, "that little spit of a man was from those shifty group of Northerners that blew through Granby and beat the shit outta Linus and his father." Pelham shook his head in his bonds, moaning through the strip of cotton that was his gag. "Miranda, we talked about this, love," Luna Kathrine was rubbing at her temples with her eyes closed.