Miranda Collins Novels & Stories

Miranda Finn, who could only move the parts of her body above her neck, felt as if her cat-like eyes were going to fall out. Right then, another lady walked through the door. She was wearing a face mask. If she was a paparazzi, the people in the room would have been able to acutely sense it. However, she was instead the megastar who had nearly been assassinated earlier—Zendaya! As soon as Zendaya walked in, she saw Miranda in an odd pose with a weird look on her face. “Miranda, what’s wrong with you?” she asked. It turned out that Zendaya and Miranda were friends.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

Shayla nodded, "Hmm... So why were you threatened then? Why did you go rat me out to Hazel if I wasn't a competition? Anyways, birthing Hazel's child and holding his family together, is a big responsibility. Can you do it?" "What I can or cannot do is left for me and my husband to worry about, now run along," Miranda replied. "All the best, I should go be with my daughter and my baby daddy," Shayla said before walking out with her bag. After Shayla left, Miranda went outside the house and began strolling close to the pool. She suddenly heard someone following her and turned. When she saw Collins, she heaved a sigh of relief. He walked close to her and stretched out his hand to caress her fac

It's better to let them think I'd let what they did to me slide and do something awfully terrible to them later. Miranda is infront wearing a black vintage shirt, white denim shorts, black boots and dark shades. Her long black straight hair was blew by the breeze. Boys collide into each other, few whistled, slam their lockers shut with a loud thud, while the rest where ogling as she confidently catwalk pass them.

Its not like she have a choice. "Hello this is nurse Anastasia speaking." She said, still sleepy. "Nurse Collins we need you to come here asap. A huge accident happened and many patients is in need." Someone said on the other line. It doesn't completely register on her mind yet but still chooses to agree. "Alright. I'll be there in a minute." She answered before taking the call off. Okay. Goodbye sleep. You will be miss. She force herself to bring herself up. She's about to went to the bathroom when she notice the book on her bedside table.

I'll go to Edwards ' company and then come back. - Yes, Young Lady let me go and call the driver to take you. " Lilly nodded to say yes, then She got out of the car to go to the office. She looked at the 98-storey building and couldn't help but swallow. She only knew the Collins Corporation was very famous, but she didn't expect it to be so big. a turquoise skirt, white pearl-encrusted clogs, bun hairdo and sunglasses entered the group.

She relaxed, letting sleep take over. . . (A few days later.) Serena took a sip from her tea, her gaze at the garden in front of them but she wasn't looking at the flowers. She was having tea with Mother Wilson and instead of her to feel relaxed, she's been more tense than usual. It's been days since she left Gerald's manson and it's been itching her to go back. She misses him so much. Unfortunately, Mother Wilson wasn't ready on releasing her yet. There's also the issues of the rumors, although Mother Wilson had very doing her best to stamp it out, she knows it wouldn't fade away to easily. It sucks so much. Her not being a noble makes everything worse as she's being labeled as a slut.

Abigail There was a crawling crack on its lower part and the wobbly handle was tied by a string of pink yarn she received as a gift from Mathilda. Even though the hand mirror was already broken, she still kept it, or better yet treasured it, for it was the only thing that could remind her of her ended precious life.

“No. No, that’s impossible. That can’t even be a thing you should joke about.” Miranda tilted her head, pretending innocence. “I was just guessing.” “Guessing?” Colin scoffed. “That’s not guessing. That’s sabotage.” “I didn’t sabotage anything,” Miranda said quickly, but a faint smile betrayed her. Colin pointed at her like she had committed a crime. “You have officially ruined my night.” Miranda gasped dramatically. “Your night? I’m the one pregnant and emotionally unstable here.” “That’s not the point,” Colin said, still shaking his head as if trying to erase the thought. “Noah? Melissa? No. Absolutely not. That combination doesn’t exist in any universe I approve of.”

“I’m asking for basic.” Behind her, the lobby door opened and a gust of air moved through the hallway. And with it—more people. A camera crew. Not a big one. One handheld camera, one microphone, one producer with sharp eyes. The kind of crew that showed up when someone tipped them. My blood went ice-cold. The producer’s gaze locked on me. “Ma’am,” they called. “Are you Mira De Vera?” Jared moved between us without touching me, a wall built out of calm.