Novel & Cerita Lin-manuel Miranda History Has Its Eyes On You

Estelle nodded in understanding. Miranda took Estelle’s hand while she pondered on Moore’s history and entered the house. There are still a lot of things she needs to learn about him and she intends to do so. She hoped he would answer her questions. But that would mean him questioning her about her past too. She’ll have to think about something to get around that. Or she should just open up soon. He had been kind and patient. She had to give something in return for the care she had been receiving. But would it be worth it? ***

CAIN POV She knows now. But how? She remembered something? It doesn’t seem like she remembered. It seems like someone told her. Now, I can understand why she wanted that book back so desperately. Miranda is the one who helped her. That book must be the ancient tales book so she can read the old story. But, Miracle is still stupid. She thinks history is true. I can see it in her eyes. She thinks it’s all true without any hint of lie. But what is history, but a truth with hint of lies.

Claudia blinded by hatred and jealousy vowed to make her sister suffer until she begged for death. A month after the death of their mother both ladies went back to there normal lives even though they were not really over the death of their mother. One morning, when Miranda was busy signing documents her assistant Clara came in and told her that some one wanted to see her. "Who is it Clara?" "I do not know president,but he said it was important" " He?" Miranda asked " yes president" Clara answered . " Okay let him in." A few moments later,a tall handsome English man entered her office. His hazel eyes were very mesmerizing and his blonde hair was smartly trimmed. His lips were full and invitin

The car eased to a stop. Miranda wiped water from her eyes and looked over. The driver was Leo. “Mr. Lincoln?” she called out in surprise. “Get in,” he said calmly. At that point, Miranda didn’t bother with pleasantries. She opened the passenger door and climbed in. “Thank you, Mr. Lincoln.” “No problem.” Leo handed her a pack of tissues. She took it gratefully, dabbing at her dripping face and hair. Then she noticed the growing damp patch on the seat and winced. “Sorry… I’m getting your car wet.”

The man’s words made Miranda to widen her eyes. ‘Did he just take Lord Eldrick’s name? Does he work for the Lord? Is he his trusted man?’ Questions started to arise in her mind and she contemplated whether to take his help not. Miranda considered it for a long time and decided to take the risk. If the man was telling the truth and knew the Lord, then that would make things easier for her. However, if it was all a pretense, she could still leave his side as by then, she would in Volar.

“ Bonjour. ” While the men conversed, Mira found herself unable to take her eyes off His wife. “ Hello, I am Malisa Evans. ” The lady who noticed herself introduced with a smile. “ Hi, I am Miranda Edison. ” “ Oh. ” she acknowledged with a smile. “ You are an African right? ” Mira couldn't help but ask, staring at her brown skin with a smile. “ Yeah. ” she smiled again. “ I love your skin. You are beautiful. ” Miranda couldn't hide her admiration. “ Awn. Thanks. I love yours too. ”

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.

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

He walked closer to me and requested a dance. Somehow, I noticed myself freely granting his request like I was under some kind of trance or something, I tried staring at his eyes but his face was somehow blurred by what I could not understand. As we danced, I noticed none of our reflections was been spotted by any of the mirrors. ‘If he was some kind of ghost, at least my reflections should have been seen in the mirrors.’ I said to myself. After the dance, the man in the mirrors gave me a kiss on my forehead and suddenly the blur face and mask went off completely. I could see in front of me th e face of the man, the real man behing the mirror, It was no other than the Black Jackson. I wonder

HANNAH'S POV: I sat with that. "The name Mirada," Maya said carefully, "is in four languages on the trending lists right now and it's not the brand or the collection but the name itself. Mirada.” The name itself. I pressed the paper a little tighter in my hand. "She is everywhere," I said quietly. "Yes," Maya said. "She is." * * * * * * * 3RD POV: On a different side of the world, in an apartment in a city with grey evening light coming through windows that overlooked a street he had walked every day for thirty years, a man sat in front of a screen.