Novel & Cerita Lin Manuel Miranda Fanfiction

Miranda only relaxed when she saw that nobody was looking at her. ‘The man…That man…’ She watched the sleeping man while her mind was trying to come to terms with what she had found out. ‘He is the fugitive on the run.’ Miranda continued to stare until the man opened his eyes sensing somebody’s gaze on him. His brown orbs met her black ones and Miranda was startled at being caught staring at him. However, she did not budge and continued to look at him until the man smiled at her with a nod, confirming her suspicions. HI actions imparted only one meaning which deeply petrified Miranda. ‘He is the fugitive on the run.’

“I have the image of you two stuck in my head and it is getting in the way of my work.” “We haven’t done anything. He wouldn’t. He’s faithful to you. I’m just an assistant.” Miranda held up a hand. “I didn’t say you did. It is my thing, but I could use your help getting it out of my system.” “What are you asking, Miranda?” “You say you think you can fit into the system nicely, you find Richard attractive, any man would find your young body in those tight clothes attractive, I need help getting past it, and I think Richard could use a little adventure too.”

A lewd glint flickered in the man's eyes as he licked his dry lips and chuckled, "I didn't expect to be this lucky, catching such a pretty little maid. Hmph, since the credit never goes to me, I might as well have a little fun with this maid!" He swaggered towards her. Miranda, dressed in a maid's uniform borrowed from Molly, was mistaken for a servant. She was in a daze until the black-clad man appeared in front of her, snapping her back to reality. She took two steps back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear, "What do you think you're doing?" Her watery eyes flashed with three parts anger and the rest a mixture of fear and anxiety.

Miranda took a deep breath and continued speaking as if she were narrating a story. Miranda sighed, "But back then. I had fallen in ove with a man, and I needed an identity that could match his" The light in Isaiah's eyes flickered, "That the man was Lucas?" Miranda nodded, then she smiled, "Aren't you curious how I was acquainted with a rich heir like Lucas back then? Because Lucas had some lung disease when

"Brilliant. I can't deny that this kind of thinking makes me like the guy. Let's just say he scored points with me." I looked at my friend who went back to eating her pastry. "Whatever I can help with, you can call me," I said slowly. I caressed my chin thoughtfully. A part of the plan was about to go down the drain because Marlon was having trouble finding his stepmother's possible lover, and since Manuela seemed more slippery than a wet bar of soap in a bathroom, it made me hesitate. "What are you thinking about?" Miranda asked, frowning. "Is there any way you can get a current photo of Manuela?" I asked.

Mira smirked. "What else were you expecting?" Sighing, he muttered under his breath. “Yeah… what was I expecting from a drunkard?” Mira frowned, clearly offended. Then, without warning, she blurted out, “Want me to suck you off?” Lucian paused. He looked at her carefully, trying to figure out if she was joking or just completely out of her mind right now. His mouth twitched slightly. “Not with that look on your face.” Mira clicked her tongue.

Ana was emotionally and mentally unstable the majority of the time when it came to her beast, but she was a trained soldier, and she knew she had to focus while the enemy was in front of her. “Little Luna, listen carefully,” Asteria said, “You both surprised and somehow amused me, so I will give you the benefit of the doubt for now and tell you what you need to know. Just make sure you shut up and let me speak.” Her beast said as the giant being sat straight and caused Ana to back up a bit so her neck doesn’t strain from looking up at her wolf. She prepared herself for the worst. “Luna, right now, your body is inside of that lab where you and your pathetic brother are hoping to find a cure f

In the process, I hurt Mira. I run my fingers through my hair, a sigh escaping my lips. Mira probably ran because of me. I have to find her…and bring her back to me where she fucking belongs. My rage returns with a vengeance. No matter what happens, she has no right to fucking run from me. Absolutely no right. I will find her, and when I do, I will imprint myself on her, body and soul. She will have no mistake who she belongs to. Mira Fernandez chose the wrong man to steal from. Now, that he has her, he might just never give her back.

“I know who I am. I know who he is. And I choose him.” “My daughter, you’ll ruin your future. You should shine with your incredible talents. Your future shouldn’t be destroyed because of this impulsive relationship,” he lamented. “Father...” Mira’s voice trembled, but she remained firm. My gaze fell to Lysander’s hands, which were slowly clenching into fists. “He’s not for you!” he snapped, his face red with suppressed emotion. “I belong to no one,” Mira lifted her face, her voice loud and clear. “I choose my own life. I choose him. Because I love him.”

“Repeat that.” Miranda’s breath hitched. She knew she had said too much, but there was no going back now. “I... I should’ve been your Luna,” she whispered, fear evident in her voice. I grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to her feet. “Is that why you’re here? You think you could replace her? Is that what this is about?” She looked terrified now, tears brimming in her eyes as she tried to pull away. “No, Alpha, please... I didn’t mean it like that...”