Me2 Miranda Romance Novels & Stories

Relief filled my best friend's face as she saw me and her eyes watered. We were far apart on the line and couldn’t speak until later that night, when they released us all to mingle as we waited for who the Revillon man called, Madam Claire. “Marissa,” Kezira called the fake name the queen had given me as she clung to me in a tight hug and cried softly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here now, it's going to be better" I said as I held her face and tried to get her to calm down.

“Oh, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Isla.” Miranda finally looked at me, like I had just appeared out of nowhere. There was a brief pause, and in that moment, I caught the flicker of disappointment in her eyes, followed quickly by something sharper—dislike. “Hi,” she said curtly, before turning straight back to Lucas like I wasn’t worth a second more of her time. They began catching up, slipping into easy conversation. I listened quietly, piecing things together. She was Mrs. Morgan’s niece, who was in her late twenties, recently returned from studying abroad, and was currently completing some kind of professional training. And today, apparently, was her birthday.

I groan as I open it and see that the one person I don't want to talk to ever is there standing in my door frame, “Hello lover” Miranda says as she saunters into my room. “What do you want?” I dont hide the disdain in my voice. Miranda is one of my father’s warriors and I have been kicking myself ever since I spent the night with her. She always seems to show up at the worst times, wanting to ask stupid questions.

“Cynthia?” She blinked in confusion. “Yes?” I smiled. “It’s me. Mira.” For a second, she just stared at me. Then her mouth slowly fell open, her eyes widening in shock. “No way,” she breathed. “It’s really me,” I said, laughing a little. A second later, she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Oh my God!” she shrieked, pulling away to look at me again, as if she needed to confirm I was real. “Mira! You’re alive?!”

I never liked this part of town, it spelled danger and that was the one thing I avoided like a plague with my Nickname being tasteless Mira to prove it because according to my friends, my life lacked flavour. Apparently it's a crime to like the simple things of life, I never went crazy, ever! At parties I have recovery duty because I don't get wasted. There was nothing extra about me, I'm just Mirabel. As much as they were right I didn't like their constant teasing even for falling in love with the first and only guy I'd dated and how I never ever took risks and I never understood it. What's wrong with playing it safe? Even the safe option somehow found a way to plunge a hole in my heart. St

she murmured to herself. Miah dashed downstairs, a petite, slender blonde with a cascade of silvery pale hair and clear aquamarine eyes. Swinging open the cottage door, Miah unleashed a torrent of questions in a breathless rush. "Where the hell have you been all this time, Mira? I was worried.” “Come on, sissy,” Mirabella just rolled her eyes. “You promised to call, and you didn't! I've been worried sick about you! And where did that fancy car come from?"

The thing that came after. Three weeks after that visit, Mira had left. A letter, delivered through the school office. Carefully worded. Final. He had read it so many times the paper had gone soft at the folds. She had written that she cared for him but that they wanted different things. That their futures were incompatible. That she hoped he would be well. She had written it in the measured, formal language of someone who had been told what to say. He had known, even then, that the words weren't entirely hers. The phrasing was too careful. Too adult. Too much like the language of a man who chose words the way he chose furniture, for effect rather than truth.

His eyes blazed with amusement. "No offense, sir. A gallant man will not threaten and force a girl to marry. I'm married to a man against my wish and standing in his house begging you to help me let go. Does that anything close to love or sweet to you? Sue me, but I don't trust or like your grandson." "Did you sign a prenup?" asked the woman in red lipstick. Sorry, Mellisa. Anita frowned, "I'm sorry, what nup?" Anita asked, confused. Mellisa opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes shifted to something behind her; something flickered across her eyes—fear.

Romeo asked, smiling and acting like someone that is excited. "No, we are partners in crime with his mother…hahaha. Now let's just do it, I'm horny already" Miranda chimed. She had removed her outer clothing. She only has underwear on. She's glad that Romeo now understood how it works. "I'm not your partner in crime Miranda Alvan. I'm a good man. Anyways, Why didn't you ask your fiance to satisfy you first before coming?" Romeo. "He would have left over what you've done. Let's do it tonight, by tomorrow when I get back home, I will make him do it"

I thought everything had ended when I found out that Rafael was marrying someone but it turned out good. Mira had left New York and said she would start a new life in France and I can visit her whenever I can. Unfortunately she fell halfway in love with Basha with the time they spent. And since he’s given her enough money to last a lifetime, she doesn’t need help but I told her if she needed anything she should let me know. She is the reason why we found Basha without much struggle anyway. “Pretty is effort.” I corrected smiling down at them. Rafael turned his head toward me, his storm gray eyes meeting mine. The same eyes Isabella had and the same eyes that haunted me for many fucking years