Miranda Carr Mga Nobela at Kwento

he snarled. Miranda smirked, sprawled across the couch in crimson silk. “She’s not untouchable. She’s just got big brothers with money.” Victor’s lip curled. “Big brothers who’ll soon realize money can’t shield her from everything.” He yanked open his laptop, pulling up confidential files. Contracts. Ledgers. Deals made in shadows. Miranda leaned over his shoulder, her perfume sickly sweet. “What are you planning?” A cruel smile twisted his mouth. “If she wants to play heiress, let’s see how she handles a scandal. One wrong whisper in the press, one doctored document—her shiny Carver name will be dragged through the mud.”

“I’m sorry, Emily, oh, Miranda. I wasn’t thinking. Forget I said anything about marriage or kids. We can just keep doing what we’re doing. I’m just happy we’re together.” Miranda closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She had been to hell and back, but she was still standing. Not as Emily Carter, the woman who had died on that operating table alongside her unborn child, but as Miranda Carter—a new identity, a new life. The pain had made her stronger, more determined. “It’s okay,” she said softly, a small, determined smile tugging at her lips. “What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.”

Miranda closed the door behind her and walked toward Mark with a smile. Mark quickly put his phone on silent and discreetly opened the voice recorder app. His movements were swift and subtle—completely unnoticed. Miranda was tall and slender, her long black hair cascading down her back like the finest silk, shimmering faintly under the light. Her skin was porcelain fair, glowing softly under the lamp, and her eyes, when filled with grievance, had an almost pitiful beauty that could take one’s breath away. A lady raised in a prestigious household, she excelled in manners and propriety.

“Let it go, Liam. Cassius will find a good girl to wed soon. I wish him the absolute best, really. He is a good man. But I don’t have any feelings for him.” “Good for him, then.” I didn't bother asking my brother to explain that cryptic statement. I simply slipped my hand into his arm and continued our walk across the lobby. But just as we neared the center of the floor, the heavy glass double doors swung open, and Miranda strolled in. I had to admit, she looked exceptionally beautiful, wrapped in a hot, dangerously tight crimson bandage gown. The dress featured a daring, asymmetric neckline that exposed one sculpted shoulder, while a thigh-high slit flaunted her legs with every stride.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

MIRA'S POV:- "The powers she just used were exactly like the powers Fredrick possessed. And Mira was gifted her powers by the late Mr and Mrs MacCarthy. And everyone in this courtroom knows that Fredrick's powers were nothing like his parents. He was different. He was a hybrid. And the main reason why I am called in this courtroom. Mrs Mira MacCarthy, that is what I would call her after knowing the fact that she is pregnant with Mr Fredrick MacCarthy's child." I gasped loudly as I heard what that old man said in the end. My eyes moistened up as I covered my mouth with my palm.

I know about all this because I asked Mildred. I waited for the fighters to get ready. With Mildred's help, I was able to sneak in without being detected. I secretly entered the circle; I knew that I couldn't be sent back if I did that. I turned to see a fuming Nicholas, a surprised Alpha Leo, an irritated Austin, and a murmuring crowd. Nick was giving me the death stare. I ignored him. "I, Mira Constance, a former slave and now a wolf from the Crescent Pack, wish to partake in this contest. I challenge him," I said, turning immediately to point at a bulky fighter.

I hope he didn’t get shot or something. “Yes and he is watching you through the mirror.” He says, making me look at the mirror on the wall in front of me. “Well, I don’t care about Lucas. I just asked because I am a polite person.” I say, making him chuckle. “Miss Warner, you’ve been subjected to a very confidential part of the CIA’s mission to take down drug rings around the country. You have to sign a number of documents, promising complete silence on this matter.” he says as he keeps a few documents in front of me.

“We can't do that, Thaddeus isn't in his right state of mind right now. If we let him in, he might hurt her. Thea had mind-linked the pack doctor and he should be here anytime soon,” "So, what about Thaddeus', Miranda?” Kara questioned. "I didn't see him around," she pointed out more clearly. “He's out there, wrestling with his demons in the wilderness. If he can tame his savage side, perhaps he can help her quiet her own inner beast. In the meantime, we'll stand by her, a shield against the storm she is feeling.” She responded. "Sure," Kara spat out. “It's crazy but I can't even remember my heat cycle being this bad,” Miranda whispered as I fell onto my back and rested my head on her lap.

Kimberly winked making her flush even more. **** "I really need to get rid of Riri. She wants me gone but I want her dead!" Miranda smirked and assured, "Good thing I have a plan. Come over." She whispered something into her ears that made her grin wickedly. "Are you sure it would work?" "Absolutely. They won't even suspect a thing." Ariana your end is near!