Mass Effect 2 Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

She sighed, her head resting on the man's shoulder. “I have always regarded Maya as my good sister in the past. I didn't hold a grudge against her, so I didn't expect her to flirt with Lucas behind my back. Yes, Lucas was my boyfriend at the time, On the night of Lucas's birthday, Maya asked me over.., and then arranged for two men to use me," said Miranda with a trembling voice. She couldn't say anything. Her tears were forming underneath her eyes. She then felt Isaiah's hug tighten around

Lily explains to me and the frown adorning my forehead, deepens. My eyes move to rest on Miracle's face. The dark circles are encircling her eyes. Her face is all dirty and pale. Her cheekbones look too prominent. My heartbeat quickens, realizing the fact that she is going to die if her abilites don't start working soon. “ Miranda can fix this probably. ” Lily suggests and I snap my head at her. Miranda is a witch who lives in our pack boundaries. She is the niece of Amanda who is the Oracle.

she said, shaking out her mane of white hair, stray twigs, and leaves falling to the road. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Miranda, and I am the Beta of this here pack. Also, you're under arrest." "Under who's authority!? Pelham sputtered. "Why the Luna of the Opal Hill," Miranda raised her arms and twirled around, the poncho she was wearing flapping in the breeze. "Why the master of the very hills you're currently standing on." "Oh," I offered intelligently. "'Oh,' indeed," Miranda winked.

Armin said as he closed the door behind him and locked it. “What are you doing?” Miranda asked, obviously annoyed. Armin seemed confused. “Protecting you.” Miranda held up the pistol in her hand. “I’m fine. Get out there and shut down the computers. I don’t care if you have to blow them up, I don’t want Eve Saunders helping them.” “But – ” “GO.” Armin frowned, but he unlocked the door and started to step out. “And remind the others that I want Connor alive,” Miranda said.

“Why the tears, Linsey? You’re a warrior now, yet you cry like a pup. Madison is exactly like you—I’ll introduce you to your goddaughter soon.” “I knew your voice would return,” Linsey said, wiping her eyes. “It is as clear as a mountain stream. If you sang for the packs, you’d have every Alpha in the territory howling at your feet.” She chuckled. As they walked, Linsey took her arm. “There are two people you must see. They risked much to be here tonight.” “Who?” Linsey’s eyes danced. “You’ll see.” Avery looked ahead and saw Blake Donovan and Miranda Shaw approaching. Blake had grown into a formidable Alpha-presence, while Miranda was more graceful than ever. Avery’s eyes went wide as she sa

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.

My mind was lost in space. “Gerald” she called me out of my thoughts. “You are going to sit there and say nothing?” She asked with a bitter smile. “Craig is right” I pushed out my words. “No problem lawyer, bring it on”. She laughed like a villain. “I wonder why you are still here, you have no business in my company”, she smiled proudly. That smile, it traumatized me. “This is not your company, Mira”, Craig defended. Mira laughed and brought out a familiar file from her locker.

"We've been moving for three hours. That's one near-breakdown every forty-five minutes. I'm going to need you to improve that ratio considerably before we cross the border." Mira pressed her lips together. She was sitting across from him — small, dark-haired, twenty-two years old and possessed of a loyalty so fierce it had apparently overridden every instinct toward self-preservation she'd ever had. She'd been Lyra's handmaiden since they were both fourteen. When the plan was laid out to her, she had cried for exactly ten minutes. Then she'd dried her face, straightened her spine, and said *"what do I need to do."*

"Mira will enjoy this. She’s still pissed about the breakfast drama." I stood up and walked to the window. I looked out over the mountains, but all I could see was Iris’s face. I wasn't thinking about the warehouse or the money the Russos would lose. I was thinking about how to eradicate them. I let Iris go so she could see the truth. I was letting her see that the world she missed so much was the same world that just called her a whore on national TV. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [ MIRA’S POV ] I checked the clip on my Glock and slid it into the holster at my hip. A wicked grin spread across my face. Salvatore finally gave me something fun to do.

And she walked in: Miranda. The sound of her heels echoed on the floor as if they were the only footsteps in the world. She wore a light gray coat, fitted and elegant. Dark glasses, lips painted with an impeccable crimson shade. Her hair was pulled back into a high bun, without a single strand out of place. Her lawyer accompanied her, carrying a thin folder. They didn't exchange a word. Roman slowly turned to look at her. And then she stopped in front of him. She removed her sunglasses with studied gentleness, as if she were entering a cocktail party, not a trial.