Lin-manuel Miranda Books Novels & Stories

There wasn’t much furniture around, which made the room look even bigger. I walked toward the recliner near the window and stared at the magazines lying on the stool. They were all business magazines, different publishers, but with the same man on the cover. An old man with a tall and broad frame, which sort of reminded me of— “You?” Adonis’s voice made me jerk, and I whirled around to face him.

As Sherly sifted through the stack of documents on her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration. Two days had passed since the ball, yet the memory of the mysterious figure who had glared at George lingered in her mind like a haunting specter. She couldn't help but think of that man since she felt that he wasn't simple at all. He is part of the Vile Mafia; she knows it. However, for some reason, according to the information she had, she was part of the Rui Lin Mafia before.

It was cold and had rained for days; there weren't many leaves left. "You're bored?" He asked suddenly. "It's okay." "This isn't a prison; you can tell the truth." The man closed the book in his hand and said indifferently. "You can also ask questions or make requests. I will respond according to the situation. I'll skip what cannot be mentioned, and I won't suspect you of spying." Lin Yilan was stunned for a moment, then followed his advice and asked, "What book are you reading?" He showed the cover—a scholarly work banned by the Empire.

Miranda shook her head and twirled on one elegant girl, admiring her manicured nails. "Pity," she moaned in a deceptively dulcet tone. "I did so hope we could have settled this like civilized human beings." Miranda's palm darted out in a terrifyingly quick viper attack, faster than Mia or Lila could process. Her manicured nails made a meaty crack as they struck solidly with Lila's cheek, whip-crack sharp and viciously precise.

MIRANDA "Because I don't want to," I stated, returning to my work. "Oh darling, you lie so poorly," Manuela said, making me face her. "Do you think I believed that story about not knowing who he was? I don't buy that Marlon Alonzo crap." "Believe whatever you want, to each their own," I said smiling.

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

Miranda/Laila’s POV To be frank, I couldn’t understand why this man, Mr. Williams, was so insistent on making my life miserable. Ever since I walked into the Emperor’s Company as Laila, he had been an active conspirator with my stepmother, Hamilton, and her daughter, Mara. They were all set on ensuring I wouldn’t become the CEO. Little did they know, I was not just Laila; I was Miranda, and I was more prepared than any of them could imagine. Every word, every action they took against Laila before her untimely death, would be repaid tenfold. Today wasn’t just about taking control of this company—it was about serving long-overdue justice.

I reply. Miranda starts pacing and looks like she is arguing with herself. I can tell she is conflicted and doesn’t want to reveal who she is, but we need to be honest in our relationship. I need to know who she is. Particularly if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. “I am not at liberty to say what I do,” she starts with me ready to jump in and argue. Miranda holds up her hand, “Wait, I am not at liberty to tell you everything. What I can tell you is I am a warrior. So along with being a witch, I can also fight to protect myself and others. I wasn’t afraid when I went to Lily’s room. I have good instincts and I can fight, but I also have stronger powers than the a

"Uh. okay then." After Isaiah walked away, Miranda hurriedly looked at the door. She had forgotten that she wasn't at home and had made such a rudimentary mistake. She would have to take note of that from now. After having a shower and dinner, Miranda cuddled up comfortably in bed and started to read the latest news on the web. The Little cutie was sprawled over the table reading a large book. "Maya reveals her handsome and rich Man, The movie king Ryan bursts out in jealousy on the scene”

She gritted her teeth at me as she grabbed a paper that was lying on the table. "How about you answer me first? Who are you? Where is Marsha? What is this?" Instead of answering my questions, she bombarded me with her stupid questions. I growled under my chest but decided to stay calm. I needed to find Mira first. I went towards her and snatched the paper from her hands. The paper was unfolded. That woman had read the whole letter. I recognized the writing on the letter. It was Mira's.