Miranda Collins Novels & Stories

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

Miranda was walking, but her gaze was fixed on her phone as she was texting a co-worker when she collided with someone. If it hadn’t been for that person, Miranda would have surely fallen down and embarrassed herself at this party. “I am sor—” The words were caught in her throat when she saw the person with whom she crashed. How can she ever forget him? She has longed to see him for many years.

So, Miranda immediately recognized Caspian as Willow's good-for-nothing husband. From her expression, Caspian knew she recognized him. After all, he saw the headlines that morning, too. He would probably be stuck with the title "the Stewart family's useless son-in-law" for a long time. "Mr. L-Lynch. Are you the new CEO of Southlake Corporation?" Miranda asked tentatively. Miranda had achieved her ambitions at a young age. She had become the vice president of Southlake Corporation in her 20s. Besides her exceptional capabilities, she was also a well-mannered woman.

Elder Thomas felt ashamed to have had any form of hope in Miranda. Miranda’s butts touched the floor again but Caddaric had lost every drop of pity he ever felt for her, for the fact that he considered her to be a woman, deciding to end it there, right before she tumbled it down. Miranda’s secret life was played on the screen. She had killed two of her maids out of anger, covering it up very well. Caddaric had it played without mercy. He had given Allan the go-ahead to play everything and one video kept playing after the other. Another one where she suffocated a bodyguard, terming it as an accidental choking. The Wreaths realized that their cameras had been hacked. Cassandra’s pity for Miran

That, or he stayed silent instead of giving into Lily’s delusions. Miranda stands from the couch. She runs the palms of her hands over the skirt of her dress, flattening any wrinkles that form in the fabric. My eyes take their time examining her body. She looks magnificent in her dress. The dark purple color compliments her complexion and it matches her bright green eyes. My breath gets caught in my throat and I have to tear my gaze off of her before she catches me looking. “I’ll get going,” Miranda breathes out. “No!” The word escapes my mouth before I can stop it. We face each other and I have to tell my body to breathe again. “I want a DNA test.”

Nina advised. "I understand." Nina stayed with Penelope for a while. Coincidentally, they were both watching the same drama recently, "The Palace." Meanwhile, on Miranda's side, things were in chaos. Bang! The cup in her hand smashed onto the floor. The newcomer standing next to her was trembling. She was an eighteen-year-old girl named Bella Collins. She was pretty but not exceptionally so, especially by entertainment industry standards. She was inexperienced and naive, thinking she could actually become a leading actress.

"Hi, you! Go get me some cold juice," Miranda ordered Ella, who hurriedly walked away from Ella in the swimming pool. Miranda sat chewing some gum while pressing her phone. She just created an I*******m account some days back and she had some influx of followers already. Especially since her profile stated that she was the fiance of the Young CEO and the daughter of the director of the powerful company in Denver. She ensured for the past few days she took impeccable pictures to post on her I*******m account and this boosted her ego more.

“Cute. Family business.” Mira cleared her throat, a sharp, single sound that cut through the silence. “Tasha. Focus.” Tasha finally turned her attention to Amara, a flicker of something venomous in her eyes. “You’re Amara Collins, right? The one who was… what was it? Who was caught on tape, begging for money and selling herself to an older man, a night before her wedding? The one who went viral with that whole scandal?” Her voice was performatively innocent, a saccharine delivery of a gut punch. “How did you even pull a man like him? I mean, was it a baby trap?”

Father. Not billionaire. Not strategist. Just father. But instinct didn’t erase risk. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She frowned. Answered. A woman’s voice greeted her. Warm. Polished. Intentionally calm. “Elizabeth Carter?” “Yes?” “My name is Miranda Collins.” The name meant nothing at first. Until the woman continued. “I used to work very closely with Lewis Anderson.” Elizabeth’s stomach tightened. “In what capacity?” A small pause. “Personal.” Silence.