Me2 Miranda Romance Novels & Stories

She smiled dragging her motorcycle with her. "Oh.. princess by the week" Adam whispered. "Shut up, I'm not a princess" Miranda smiled lifting her motorcycle into the back of her truck kissing it. "Miranda..." Adam began . "Shhhhh, I get shivers when I hear my full name, it makes it look like my mom is lurking somewhere looking at me with her stern face.. 'A lady must never run nor climb and you are one' gosh.."Anda mimicked as she got into her truck.

His weight leaned subtly into me, though I suspected he would never admit he needed the support. Blood slid slowly down the side of his throat from the thin cut the knife had left. My jaw tightened. Behind us, Leandro and Ibram forced Camila onto her knees on the marble floor. She fought them like a wild animal. “LET GO OF ME!” Leandro shoved her forward harder. “Quiet.” The word was sharp enough to cut. Camila’s hair had fallen loose around her face, her once-perfect appearance ruined by sweat, fury, and blood dripping from the shattered hand I had shot. The knife wound pulsed red across the floor. For a moment I simply stared at her. And all I could see was Lana.

--- The elevator ride back to Elena’s apartment was silent. Until the doors closed. Then Elena shoved Mira against the mirrored wall and kissed her.Their tongues tangled, Mira’s knees threatening to give out from the sheer intensity. “Get inside,” Elena growled when the doors opened. “Strip. Table. Now.” --- Mira was naked in seconds. Her clothes discarded in a trail to the dining room. The table was long, glass-topped, modern and cold. Elena guided her onto it, hands strong but reverent, eyes dark with heat.

Melissa takes a seat beside Miranda, a bright smile on her face, and remarks, "I was hoping to see you here." Miranda, intrigued by Melissa's unexpected return from Spain, eagerly asks, "When did you come back, my dear?" Their conversation quickly becomes lively and animated, filled with the camaraderie of old times. From their easy banter and the way they engage with each other, it is clear that Miranda and Melissa share a long-standing relationship. The salon becomes a backdrop for their hearty conversation, allowing them to catch up on each other's lives and reminisce about shared memories.

Mira. Sitting on the edge of her bed, wrapped in a blanket, her dark hair messy and damp, her skin pale but alive. She looked up...and when her eyes met Scarlet’s, her lips curved into a trembling smile. “Scarlet, you sound like you've been waiting for ages…” Mira’s voice was soft, almost breaking. She stood so fast the blanket slipped off her shoulders, and before Scarlet could move, Mira had crossed the room and thrown herself into her arms.

Elara demanded, her knuckles white as she gripped the vase. "I’m your neighbor. And your first lesson," the woman said, stepping into the light. She held up a keycard identical to Elara’s. "I'm Mira. Level 3. I’ve been in this 'Renaissance' for three months. I started exactly where you are—dumped, broken, and looking for a handout." Mira walked toward the kitchen, ignored Elara’s defensive stance, and poured herself a glass of water. "Julian Sterling’s ex, right? I saw the tabloids. He really did a number on you. You look like you’d break if someone sneezed too hard."

“Felix invited me to dinner tonight to discuss the civilian project in more detail. Would you like to join us?” Miranda shook her head. “No. I’m heading home to spend time with Mia.” “All right. I’ll call you if anything comes up.” Outside Mia’s school, Miranda arrived ten minutes early. She sat in the car, scrolling through her phone, when she sensed someone approaching her window. She looked up. Leo was leaning casually against the car door, smiling down at her. She lowered the window and returned the smile. “You’re here.”

She exclaimed to herself. "I know!" groaned Mira to herself. "I know it's crazy but I felt something different and strong when I saw Rendi! I couldn't help myself and was very interested in getting to know Rendi more. This feeling made her heart pound like crazy! Is Rendi married? Mira shook her head and took another sip of her champagne. "He must be married!" she said, answering her own question with sadness. "This is crazy! I'd love to have him!" she moaned again in frustration.

"Do her mehandi first and do it till elbows!) Nalini ordered the mehendi artist. Mira sat there silently as they started applying mehndi on her hands. Her stomach churned as old memories flashed in front of her. Damon smirked in victory when he saw her applying heena. He gave a thumbs up to Mariana and she came to him. "I don't want your thumbs up..." She mocked. "Then?" He was amused. "There is one diamond necklace I saw at the auction but someone had already got it... I want that!" She smiled innocently at him. He smirked. "That's it?... You'll get it when we go back!" She grinned at him. "Tell me if you have more tasks... I have a long list of things I want" He looked at Mira with a smile

She said as she walked out of the room. The door slammed closed and I laid on my stomach as I have always laid for three weeks now. A few minutes later I heard my mom’s voice. I guessed they were arguing and I wasn’t wrong. I got up from the bed and opened the door. “Mathilda, you need to be reasonable! If she leaves him, my company is ruined! All these years and efforts will be a waste and I am sure you don’t want that!”. “Fernando, Mira is all Copper left behind apart from the company of course. It is unfair to watch her suffer for what she knows nothing about. I won’t allow it. Did you see how pale and skinny she is?”.