Me2 Miranda Romance Novels & Stories

The serious tone of her voice made it impossible to judge whether she was friendly toward me or hostile. A nervous smile flashed on my face as I replied, "By all means, go ahead." "Great!" she exclaimed, excitedly clapping her hands. "I'm Miranda, by the way, Doctor Miranda Corbyn. Aren told me to examine you." I didn't miss the hint of intimacy she added to her voice while saying my contracted fiancé's name. That raised many questions about Miranda's identity. She called Aren by name, and her directness toward me caught me off guard. She knew my name and didn't bother with formalities. She worked in Aren's private medical facility, and yet she didn't seem to be an ordinary employee. How wel

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

’ “Why ? Kenzo’s voice pierced her daydream, pulling her away from her little reverie. Mira didn’t flinch. “Because I love him.” She twirled a loose strand of hair, smirking like a girl with a secret. “Love?” Kenzo let out a cold laugh. “You don’t love anyone, Mira.” Her brows arched, indignant. “Excuse me?” He took a step closer. “Cut the crap, Miranda. You don’t love the Prince. You love ambition. You love power. That’s what drives you. Not people.”

My hand slid around to circle her clit again. “Come for me,” I growled against her ear. She shattered—walls pulsing, crying out, body shaking against mine. I followed—deep, hard, groaning her name as I spilled inside her. We stayed like that—panting, joined, wind whipping around us. Then I pulled out. Disposed of the condom. Turned her in my arms. Kissed her softly. “I’m not your enemy, Mira.” She pressed her forehead to mine. “I know.”

She wasn’t my mate, and I didn’t care how she was feeling. “Are you done ignoring me, Easton? What in the hell? Why are you still standing in the doorway? It’s not like we don’t know each other, intimately in fact. There’s no reason for you to be so standoffish. I care about you, Easton, and I want to be with you. It doesn’t even matter to me if you found your mate or not. I don't need to be named Luna. I’m still willing to be your special secret, even if you mark and mate another,” Miranda assured me. She had smoothed her face, and she no longer looked angry. She was trying to get me to agree with continuing to carry on with our deal. But now that I’ve found my mate, our deal is over.

"Nope. Nothing of the sort. And I'm not staying in your house. We might be friends, but I know how much you love your space. I am staying in the city to be with Ken." My jaw hits the ground with the force of a blacksmith's hammer. "What? Why? And which Ken? The one I know?" Mira gets up and dances around the room, clutching the throw pillow to her chest. I stare at her in confusion until she stops in front of me. "Have you ever fallen in love at first sight?" I nod. "Yeah. With certain food, some jobs, definitely not a man I met last night."

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

“ Awn. Thanks. I love yours too. ” “ Thanks. ” “ If I may ask, you are still in college right? ” “ Yup, I am in my finals. ” Mira announced proudly. “ Oh wow. I finished college two years ago. ” Mira was amused by her sincerity. “ What course did you study? ” “ Music. ” “ You sing? ” “ Of course. Have you heard of Lisa Star? ” Her words made Miranda take a pause in shock. “ Don't Tell me. ” “ I am. ”

“This isn’t it?” “That’s my journal explaining everything. Read it my lovely as quickly as possible. It will teach you everything you need to know. But you can only read it when moonlight falls on the pages. It’s all part of the magic. Goodnight, until tomorrow.” He stepped away from the mirror and into the darkness of the mirror. Again, she couldn’t see her own reflection in the mirror again and he left. Dang, if she dreamed, she needed to date again. But she couldn’t figure out how her brain aged the boy like that. She needed to sleep in the bed, or she’d be sore in the morning. Genna just didn’t remember waking up. Confused, she stumbled to the bed and climbed under the covers with though

Mira answered Mekhi with a sexy smirk playing on her lips, batting her long thick dark eyelashes at him, and Mekhi knew instantly what she wanted. And hell, for the information on this USB, he did not mind doing what he needed to do for it. Mira was a petite, sexy woman with long jet-black hair and a tattoo of a tiger wrapped around her upper right arm, with piercing green eyes. Mekhi did not mind at all. They quickly paid and left to spend the night together, and the next day she told him to give her a few days to work her magic. The next day, on his way back to his community, Mekhi thought of Sacha and recalled last night, he had made passionate love to Mira, hoping to forget about Sacha e