Miranda Carr Novels & Stories

Maeve stood there, trembling, trying to process what had just happened. Carter approached slowly, like she was a wild animal he might spook. "I'm sorry you had to see that," he said quietly. "Miranda is, she's not well. Hasn't been for years. I've tried to help her, but she refuses treatment. Every few months, she surfaces with some new conspiracy theory about me." "She had photos. Documents."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Mira considered this with the processing quiet she had inherited from both of them. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" "Carr doesn't care about the colours," she said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Carr cares about whether you're near him," Zara said. "That's where he is right now." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I know," Mira said. "He always knows where I am." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I pass the kitchen on the way to my study. The light is on. I stop. I don't know what I expect when I look through the doorway. What I find is Caroline, sitting at the kitchen counter in an oversized shirt, a bowl of cereal in front of her, talking to Mira. Mira is one of the oldest members of this pack. She has been here longer than most of the wolves currently sleeping in this building have been alive. She does not impress easily, does not warm quickly, and has almost no patience for anyone she considers foolish. She is laughing.

The curve of the final ‘a’ was too perfect, the pressure too even. Miranda’s signature had always dug trenches in paper. In third grade, she’d signed my cast so hard it left ink bruises on my skin for weeks. The red marks had lingered like a brand, much like the fiery red of Miranda’s hair when she dyed it one summer—a color so vibrant it seemed to burn. A flaw Carlisle couldn’t possibly understand or replicate. This was a surgeon’s signature—precise, bloodless.

Arman:(Give me the present location of this number. She took some minutes to send a thumbs up and a smiley emoji. Aside being a reporter,Miranda had her way with fiddling through the files of the CIA.She had called them connections. A year ago,when I had decided to move away.Miranda was the last friend I had kept in contact with.She promised to be there for me and she’d done nothing but that.She knew my location and never told anyone,even my family of the new life I had created. “Papa I just thought about the high chances of the boss being the culprit.We could be walking into a trap”

With that, she left my apartment and headed out into the night. Taking a cab, Miranda made her way to a dark and empty parking lot. Miranda suddenly strangle the cab man from behind, with the seatbelt. She quickly got out of the cab and walked away, leaving the cab behind. She then reached into her pocket and pulled out a car key, which she used to unlock a sleek and expensive-looking Lexus Jeep parked nearby. Miranda got behind the wheel and drove off, leaving the city lights behind and heading deep into the woods.

Dozens of armed men emerged from the shadows. Trapped. I raised my hands instinctively as weapons were aimed our way. A slow clap echoed across the space. Then she appeared. Caroline Navarro. Hair immaculate. A silk coat draped over her shoulders. A cruel smile playing on her lips. “Well, well. I didn’t expect you to come, Mira,” she said. “But then again, you always were more sentimental than smart.” I forced myself to stand tall. “Let him go.” She tilted her head. “And if I don’t?”

she said, shaking out her mane of white hair, stray twigs, and leaves falling to the road. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Miranda, and I am the Beta of this here pack. Also, you're under arrest." "Under who's authority!? Pelham sputtered. "Why the Luna of the Opal Hill," Miranda raised her arms and twirled around, the poncho she was wearing flapping in the breeze. "Why the master of the very hills you're currently standing on." "Oh," I offered intelligently. "'Oh,' indeed," Miranda winked.

" Come on Miranda it's your turn now,is it a truth or dare." Ava shouted in the loudest of her voice. The group of four besties were having the night of their life. Miranda Lambert, CEO of the Lambert group. Ava Adams, The country's top model with the highest fan base. Lucia Mendez, the country's sought after designer and Stacy Carl's,the CEO of Hope group of hospitals and a world wide famous surgeon. " Dare!" Miranda made the choice she would regret in less than 12 hours.

As we hung up, I then put a call into my dear friend, and witch, Miranda. Miranda was a childhood friend of mine. She is a witch with various powers that exceed the traditional witches doing spells. She can identify if magic has been used in a situation, what spells or potions might have been used and a bunch of other things, even I can’t fully understand. I needed to talk to her about what was going on and get her here as fast as possible.