Miranda Collins Novels & Stories

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

I tell them. Miranda and Eryn are cousins. I believe their mothers are first cousins. That’s actually how I met Miranda. I was over at Kade and Breayna’s place. They were having a barbecue and most of their family were there. I had no idea that Eryn had invited her cousin. I remember when Miranda walked into the yard in her cut-off jean shorts and that yellow tank top. I had never seen a woman as gorgeous as her. Ok, so the fact that I was surrounded by sexy women already is beyond the point. I think what caught my attention was the fact that she was tall. I am 6’3” and she is 5’10” with long silvery platinum blonde hair and the palest hazel eyes I have ever seen. She was even tal

"Err, by the way, which faculty are you from? Are you also one of Dr. Young's students?" Miranda didn't answer Solomon's question. Instead, she turned around and ran off. Even after she reached Winter's condo, she still couldn't calm down. How could that old lady be sick? Was Christine still the same old lady who'd jump and knock her on the side of her head whenever she got mad? How ill was she? Miranda scrolled through the contacts on her phone and stopped at the name "Jade Fisher". After deliberating for a long time, she still didn't manage to find the courage to dial the number.

“Oh, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Isla.” Miranda finally looked at me, like I had just appeared out of nowhere. There was a brief pause, and in that moment, I caught the flicker of disappointment in her eyes, followed quickly by something sharper—dislike. “Hi,” she said curtly, before turning straight back to Lucas like I wasn’t worth a second more of her time. They began catching up, slipping into easy conversation. I listened quietly, piecing things together. She was Mrs. Morgan’s niece, who was in her late twenties, recently returned from studying abroad, and was currently completing some kind of professional training. And today, apparently, was her birthday.

She froze, turning to respond, but he had already walked away too quickly, almost as if escaping. Miranda sighed softly and headed to the restroom. She had just stepped into a stall when she overheard familiar voices outside. It was Fiona and a few other researchers. “Did you see the gossip about Miranda and the Lincoln Corporation CEO? She sure moves fast. Looks like she’s already starting her second act.” “No kidding,” Fiona’s assistant said, her tone thick with envy. “Freshly divorced and already connected to the Lincoln heir. She really knows how to play her cards.” “But wasn’t Miranda a stay-at-home mom for years? Where did she learn to climb like that?”

He cried. I turned to Old Grandpa. “I don't have the time to prove my innocence, Allen was the one that cheated, I caught him in bed with another woman…on my way back to report Allen I got involved in an accident…the man in the picture, he was the one that saved my life,” I defended. “Accident?” Allen scoffed. “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.”

Miranda is actively involved in her children's lives, mostly specially Terry’s life - encouraging his dreams and providing him with every opportunity to thrive. In addition to her business prowess and maternal devotion, Miranda is deeply committed to philanthropy. She uses her wealth and influence to make a meaningful impact on society, supporting various charitable causes close to her heart. Whether it's funding education initiatives, championing environmental conservation, or advocating for social justice, Miranda endeavors to create a better world for future generations.

“Ryder will insist on revenge but I can’t let him do this. I can’t let him ruin his life. Promise me, Miss Scarlett. You won’t tell anyone about what you heard today. Not even to Ryder. I…” Miranda suddenly becomes sweaty and falls on the floor. “Miranda!” Scarlett gasps and holds her. “What are you-” “I have cancer,” Miranda reveals. “I can’t lose my grandchildren. I’ll have to raise them with the limited time I have. Promise me, Miss Scarlett. You won’t tell anyone about tonight. Don’t even tell anyone that you saved Ryder. You don’t know them. They’ll kill your parents too. If Vincent Hawkins finds out that you know his dirty deeds, he’ll kill you and your family.”

I bite at my fingernails instead of answering. --- POV: Kai Miranda wasn't surprised by any of us. Not when Nathan showed up angry. Not when Haley showed up asking. Every answer she gave sounded like she'd already rehearsed it for whoever walked through that door first. That's what stayed with me after we left. Not what she said. How ready she was to say it. I start with her name. Public records, old class photos, anything that puts a last name to a face. Miranda Cole. Twenty-one. No criminal record, no complaints, no reason she should even know Nathan's name.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.