Lin-manuel Miranda History Has Its Eyes On You Novels & Stories

Alina eventually gave him a reply, her voice syrupy sweet. “Look, Lina. Honey, Mandy is history, okay? I made a huge mistake and I’ve been drowning in it for so long, too much of a coward to come clean and tell you how very sorry I am and how much I miss you; but seeing you in front of so many gun, baby, it…”

Imelda, my fellow stripper, asks with a sparkle in her eyes. "Yes. Yes!! Oh, he's so handsome. I bet I will end up in his bed after tonight." This is coming from Miranda, a stripper as well. Imelda gives her a dirty look. "We'll see about that." I almost puke from the harshly whispered exchange. For the love of God, what is so special about this man? I stand aside and fold my hands, watching the door and waiting patiently to catch a glimpse of this strange man. Finally, the little crowd at the door dissipates and he comes into view. Beside me, Imelda and Miranda almost swoon.

"I cannot imagine you having that for the only reason. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me," Miranda said. "I am immortal who had watched all the things that evolved and changed. I hlsaw the terrible histories and triumph of both the human world and of our people. When the Phoenix decided to change it, I have seen it too and I realize that there should be no deity, no one, to touch the timeline." "But you are siding on her because your father told you so?" "I cannot explain everything to you," Miranda said. "It's hard and I can't be truly honest with you. I find it difficult.

MIRA'S POV “How long has this been going on?” I heard the question, but I didn't really hear it. My eyes were fixed on the half-conscious man lying before me. “Mira,” The voice called, followed by a rough nudge. “Are you listening to me?” I blinked, taking in Lira's figure. “What?” She shut her eyes briefly, letting out an exhale, like she was trying to stay calm. “I said… how long has this been going on?”

Unless you were the one being gossiped about. “My advice Miranda is to carry on in the way you want to. Don’t listen to idle talk. Its neither productive or valuable. In the short time I’ve known you, I appreciate how much you take time to consider things. It’s what good historians do!” Her lip curled upwards and Miranda couldn’t help but copy her expression. “So, when you told me about Josh, I knew it wouldn’t be a frivolous relationship. You’re your own woman Miranda. Own it…as the kids say…”

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.