Miranda Carr Novels & Stories

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

she jabbed him with her finger. "Come on. We kissed. What's the big deal?" Nigel wondered. "That's just it, Nigel. I'm Miranda Unity Whitmore. I'm a straight-A student. I eat lima beans for snacks and watch mushy movies and cry at their happy endings." "And so?" He asked confused.

Carl frowned in the direction Silvia left with a deep gaze. He wouldn't let her get away from this easily! "Argh, help, help!" An anguished cry snapped Carl out of his thoughts. He looked toward where the sound came from with furrowed eyebrows. Miranda, who had stood elegantly, was now crouching on the ground in terror. Her forehead, lips, face, hands—every inch of skin that was exposed to the air was covered by tiny black dots. She looked like a corpse being devoured by bugs.

"What time is Miranda getting here?" "Seven thirty. She's bringing a media consultant. They want to run through potential questions, craft talking points." "Make me sound believable when I say I married you for love and not money?" "Something like that." Elara stood, kissed his forehead. "I'm going to shower and pretend to be the kind of woman who marries billionaires all the time. You're going to eat something that isn't coffee. Deal?" "Deal." --- Miranda arrived at exactly seven thirty with a woman named Rebecca Park. She was in her fifties, sharp eyed, dressed in a power suit that screamed she'd handled worse scandals than this.

The driver’s door opened. Miranda Vanderbilt stepped out, a sleek silhouette against the headlights. She didn’t look surprised. She opened the back door. “Get in.” Elara didn’t move. “Kaelan” “Is being seen to,” Miranda said, her voice crisp. “By a private medical team loyal to me. Your screaming down a phone line will not help him. It will end him. Get. In.” The command broke no argument. Elara slid into the back seat. The car was silent, already moving as Miranda took the passenger seat.

Miranda/Laila’s POV To be frank, I couldn’t understand why this man, Mr. Williams, was so insistent on making my life miserable. Ever since I walked into the Emperor’s Company as Laila, he had been an active conspirator with my stepmother, Hamilton, and her daughter, Mara. They were all set on ensuring I wouldn’t become the CEO. Little did they know, I was not just Laila; I was Miranda, and I was more prepared than any of them could imagine. Every word, every action they took against Laila before her untimely death, would be repaid tenfold. Today wasn’t just about taking control of this company—it was about serving long-overdue justice.

Miranda is a teacher I like, even if she wears way too many bracelets and a collection of crystals around her neck. "Ah, Patricia!" Miranda places her hands on my shoulders, causing me to shudder at her cold hands. Her nails are long, and her accent sounds like she is originally from France. "I love what you are going for here. Your picture is so brooding! Like a bad omen." I lift an eyebrow. I'm dabbling a black cat sleeping in a meadow under the starlit sky—how could Miranda possibly think it's dark? "Uh..." Not knowing what to say, I take her words with a grain of salt and just smile. "Thanks."

Dorian followed my gaze. “Miranda is Elder Carter’s daughter,” I said, the pieces finally falling into place. “That’s why she has trueblood status. That’s why the elders are so protective of her and so quick to believe her over me. That’s why this whole thing feels orchestrated because it is. Elder Carter arranged all of this.”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Mira agreed, her head tilted she watched the scene before us. We continue to watch them Quinn was giggling at something Elijah said, she looked so cozy and comfortable, that was her dream, and it was playing out. "Can I have my husband back now!?" I call out, catching the attention of the pair. Mira and I snickered as she took a seat next to me. We turn our attention from the couple and striked up a conversation about her trip. She was in New Jersey, at a meeting for Clair Industries, Mira also made millions before turning seventeen, and with my help as always, she was on her way to billions now, along with Josh.