Lin Manuel Miranda Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dominic Lancaster lifted his eyes, his lips curving in a smile, but it’s obvious that wasn’t a real smile. “Manager Miranda of Dream Lounge,” he drawled lazily, his tone laced with mocking amusement. “Since when did you learn compassion? To speak up for someone who has nothing to do with you?” Miranda arched her delicately shaped brows, her expression sultry yet sharp. She was about to reply when a knock came at the door. Pausing, she set down the porcelain teacup in her hand, the faint clink echoing in the office.

“What is it?” I stepped forward, hesitant but determined. “I know it might sound ridiculous, but… I saw someone. A man. In my mirror this morning. Grey hair, stormy eyes, but not old. He wasn’t just a reflection either—he was there. Staring at me. And then he just disappeared.” Aurora’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw it—just a flicker, a shift in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised. “Mirrors,” she said slowly, “aren’t always what they seem. Especially not to someone… awakening.”

She needs to see the man who did this to her bleeding out the way he has bled our community for so long. I’m not sure where the sibling pair will end up after all of this. Jariah only wants his rogues back, but after everything, I’m not sure that’s the life that truly calls to him. But who knows where fate and time will place us down the road? I sure as shit never saw being an orphan in my future, yet here we stand. “How long do you think he will last?” Lana asks as I break away and move toward the edge of the bed.

“Aaaahhh!!!” Miranda suddenly jolted up from the bed, sweating profusely as her mind recalled what it was that made her heart fly out through the window. It was just a dream! Oh, thank goodness, it was all nothing but a dream… But why is it that even though she was glad that none of it was real, her heart still longs to see how it would’ve have turned out? How it would’ve been if Damian… oh, please stop thinking about it! She cautioned herself.

He held both my hands and pinned them on the wall, above my head as his eyes drilled into mine, displaying unconcealed desire. "Why are you running away from me?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper. I wanted to speak but what was the point? Would the drunken Hazel care about what was in my heart? "You are my wife, Miranda. My young and beautiful wife and tonight, I want you. Will you still push your husband away?" "I am not your wife," I replied. "Who are you then?" He questioned. "I am Mel," Miranda's bodyguard. He gasped in surprise, "You are not Miranda? Why then do you look so much like her?"

Lyla was aware because, like Miranda, she had also had a horrific life before she came here. They stopped a few yards away from us. Travis bowed at the waist. "Luna, it is an honor to finally meet you." Miranda turned her head towards me in what looked to be panic. "Do not be afraid." I whispered in her head. "You can trust Travis. He is the best man I know." She nodded once, then tentatively stepped forward and held her hand out. "It's nice to meet you." She said softly. "I hope I'm not interupting anything."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, "For the love of God! Please don't tell me this is Andrew Templeton." The man who was meant to be her employer... Miranda realized she was doomed. As a grin appeared on his lips, her eyes dilated in surprise. "Are you surprised?" He laughed. Her skin was as white as chalk, and she had a pale complexion. " Get out of here." He stated calmly. She didn't realize he wasn't talking to her until she spotted a lady leaving nude with a libido.

I asked as I stepped into my cabin, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. Miranda chuckled. "Because I need to return you to the cell where you belong," she said. I narrowed my eyes. "If you think you can treat me like a slave like before, then you must be joking," I said firmly. Miranda warned me not to run my tongue too much, saying that she might cut it off. I glanced at Amanda, who looked uneasy, seeing Miranda. Before Amanda could defend herself to Miranda, I told Miranda to leave my cabin right now, or she would have to face me. As I attempted to shift into a wolf, something strange caught my attention. Miranda was also turning, and it looked as though I was controlling her wolf.

Kira’s POV Miranda stepped out of the shadows like she owned the night, heels clicking on the cracked concrete, phone still in her hand, that smug little smirk plastered on her face. The same face I’d seen laughing while I fell off that rooftop. The same voice that had ordered those kidnappers to “have fun with the little bitch before you dump her.” She thought I was still tied up somewhere, screaming, waiting to be broken. She had no fucking clue the tables had just flipped so hard they’d broken.

He pauses to look at me, I see that he has a resignation in his eyes, he wants this over with. “The reason my father and I asked you here is to tell you that Miranda has been banished from this pack due to her disrespect of my mate. She cornered Rebecca in the medical wing and told her lies to try to make Rebecca break off our engagement, and then disrespected my mate in front of my family when she was confronted about what she did in the medical wing.” Juan Lopez starts to rise from his seat, anger dripping from him. “You're telling me that you were intimate with my daughter without any thoughts to her future?! You took advantage of my daughter and now you just want to cast her aside becaus