Miranda Books Novels & Stories

Soraya's Pov Mira walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out an old leather book that looked like it might fall apart if you touched it wrong. She brought it back to the table and opened it carefully, the pages were yellow and covered in handwriting that was so faded I could barely read it. "This book contains everything I know about blood seals" Mira said. "I'm going to lend it to you so you can study it and understand what you're dealing with. But you must promise to return it when you're done. Books like this are rare and valuable."

Lena sat there, phone still pressed to her ear, her mind spinning. He who had no business interfering—had just warned her to back off. Mira wasn’t just lucky. She had powerful people behind her. And Lena? She was running out of allies. Her hands trembled as she set her phone down, her mind racing. “How did little Mira got in the corners of powerful men like micheal “

MIRANDA I fell. I didn't know what happened. The only thing I remember was me trying to catch my breath inside the wardrobe I was locked in. I was scared. That sound. I hope Antonio isn't in trouble with that sound I just made. I couldn't feel my legs. I lay there like a helpless being. My whole body was numb. I tried to lift myself off the ground but I couldn't. It was like there was a heavy load on my back.

"Or maybe he looks at me and it doesn't matter how strong I've become, because some wounds don't heal just because the person who caused them is sorry." "You don't know that's what would happen." "I don't know anything," Mira said. "That's the problem. Three years I trained myself not to need certainty about anything except a fight. This—" she gestured vaguely, uselessly, at the space between them, at the whole tangled mess of the last two days "—this isn't a fight I know how to win."

Miranda’s sharp, calculating eyes swept over the grand hall until they finally landed directly on me, standing in a rough gray servant's dress, holding a mop beside a bucket of dirty water. A cruel, victorious smile slowly curved Miranda's painted lips as she took a slow step in my direction. "Well, well," Miranda purred, her voice dripping with absolute malice. "Look at what we have here." Miranda took a slow, deliberate step toward me, her designer heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. She smoothed down her tailored coat, her cold eyes scanning me from my unstyled hair down to the hem of my coarse gray dress. "I must admit, Roland," Miranda said, her voice carrying easi

"Put it in the Academy library. With the Old Ones' records and whatever else is there. Let it be found." Miranda stood and came around the desk and did something she had not done before. She embraced Vera — briefly, because that was how Vera received things. Vera's hands came up and held for a moment and then released. "The library," Vera said, returning to her usual register. "The proper section. I have written the catalogue notes inside the front cover." "I will handle it tonight," Miranda said. She took the book and went. --- The Academy library was quiet in the evening.

“So, figured anything that’d send me back yet?” “Not exactly,” she replied. “It’s why I brought them.” She said as Calista lowered the books to the table. Miranda, who seemed to be her mother, plucked one from the pile, opening it and scanning through like she had done it a hundred times. “How are there even books here?” I asked. “Did you die with the books?” Miranda looked up at me with an amused look. “Are you really that funny?” “This is not supposed to be funny,” I said.

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.

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?

I finally manage to respond. Miranda nods, and we get unbuckled in silence. I feel awkward. I'm not her boyfriend, and she just lost someone close to her. I don't know how to behave. Her shifts in moods are throwing me off as well. "Just a heads up, Raine detests wolves. Primarily because of Bryan....maybe she just hated one wolf. Never mind, ignore that statement. My mind can't seem to focus on anything," Miranda says while fishing for a set of keys from her purse.