Miranda Books Novels & Stories

Mirra asked once again but I shook my head. "No big reason. I was just a bit curious." "Of course, My Lady." Mirra bowed her head before she picked up the tray and left my temporary chambers. I let out a sigh before I stood up and walked over to the small shelf filled with books. I reached for the recent book I was reading, a book titled Tales beyond the five Kingdoms.

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

“ 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. ”

Behind her were the two guards who she assumed were assigned to her and a slender, grey haired man with thick, black rimmed glasses that looked far too large for his pixie like face. The odd looking female – who Kendra instinctively knew was an alien – stood in front of her and inspected her with her eyes before stepping aside to allow the funny looking man to examine her. Kendra gave little fight when he pulled her shift from her head. It made no sense to battle them. She’d lose and just end up injured in some way. Instead, she lay on her back and allowed the man to peer over every visible inch of her body, both inside and out. His voice sounded high-pitched and gravelly when he muttere

She was a bookworm and read all kinds of books. Most of the time she would hole herself up in her room and read all day. She was a studious child, but she tended not to socialize much. Of course, she had her own friends, but not that many. As a boy two years younger, Michael grew curious about his older sister. Every time he tried to talk to her, she would nonchalantly brush him off or say she was too busy to talk to a kid like him. Will was gentle and affectionate, so Michael didn’t seek his attention too much.

Miranda planted a soft kiss on Flora's forehead before she left the room. Miranda treated Flora as her own child because she was the one who had taken care of her since she was a newborn. Chantal was almost dead while giving birth to Flora, and after that, she went into severe postpartum depression. Because of that, Miranda was the only one who took care of Flora. Originally, Miranda was one of Xander's butlers, and she was the half-sister of Rolando. She was an illegitimate child of the head butler, and no one knew of her existence and real identity except Xander, Rolando, and the Head Butler of the family. Before Miranda made her official debut as one of Xander's butlers, Xander sent her t

Miranda stepped back and watched me closely, her eyes taking in every detail. The old hag looked to be in her late thirties, with dirty blonde hair and a few mean grey hairs. Yet I knew better. She was well over 400 years old. Sanity still in check. Late afternoon sun washed in from my open curtains, warming my back as Miranda prodded and poked my sides. She was looking for something she wouldn't find. There was never a physical sign that I was going over the edge. Everything was in my mind and it fucking sucked.

I stare at the screen for a second and turn off the phone, putting it face down on the table. --- I watch it that night, alone, with the door locked and only the desk lamp on. Miranda is sitting on what looks like the edge of a bed, hands folded so tight her knuckles have gone pale, like she's holding herself together by pressure alone. "My name is Miranda. I'm doing this because I can't carry it by myself anymore." She says they met at a bar. That he bought her a drink, that he'd clearly had several before that. That he asked her out and she said no, and he laughed it off, told her to get home safe.

she suddenly spits out, her eyes glowing with a sinister light. “What… how?” I stammer in shock, letting the sound of running water drown out her words. Miranda’s face darkens. Her lips curl, and the tenderness and playfulness she usually wears in her eyes vanish completely. “It’s almost time, you know…” she murmurs in a hardened, chilling whisper. “Your disgusting little wolves will disappear from the face of the Earth.” “What’s wrong with you, Miranda?” I shout over the running water and dirty dishes. “Haha, you know me… I just like being scary,” she replies, the color returning to her cheeks.

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy PROLOGUE Miranda is a young girl living with her parents in a peaceful community not untill everything changed . Their town was raided by evil money bags and everyone was killed . . But she managed to escape after everyone in her small town were killed or so she thought. And then she swore to.have her revenge and kill those killers down to their generations