Miranda Collins Novels & Stories

Present day. Denver, Colorado. Miranda Campbell, née Kane, hesitated outside Cassie’s Café. She caught a glimpse of her own face in the window, and she sighed at her haggard appearance, at the deep purple bags under her violet eyes. She’d barely slept the night before, and no goddamn wonder.

I stared at my phone like it was an alien. Oh No! When I got there, Nigel was already there. "Guys..." I trailed off. Rita turned around and showed me Makaila's phone. I collected it from her with a shaky hand. I got her this phone to replace the one her dad smashed on the floor. Suddenly my heart stopped. Her Dad! He must have done this! "She's being kidnapped." I muttered. Rita widened her eyes in horror. She almost slumped but Nigel caught her just in time.

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

I was really shocked, because I expected her to blow her trumpet about stuffs like that, that's what these rich little brats do by the way. After going through the file Pablo sent, I wasn't a fool, I could put two and two together, but how accurate could I be. I wasn't living her life. But if my thoughts were in line, she hadn't led a happy life since the death of her mother, Mrs Claire Edward Monteiro. She named her foundation after her late mother. But then again, who was her sponsor? Such a young girl, whose family were going bankrupt couldn't earn so much as to finance an NGO. Not to talk of one that stands out so.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

it was half passed eleven that same morning when my phone snoozed through my ears. Church wasn't my think despite how hardly I would have wanted to go. the scary eye sights had me glued in my house every Sunday. so I was already out to the gym about an hour to end. picked it up and spoke through the ear pods. it was an unknown number so I had to politely answer. "Hello?" said I. "hello. Angela? this is Beth. Elizabeth Miller. " Explained she who I already notice cause her voice kept running through my head the previous night and it wasn't an easy thing to get rid of.

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.

She was one of Connor's fans, but he never paid attention to her because he was shallow and only liked skinny, model-like girls. "Oh yeah...Miranda. I remember now. You look great," he said and smiled politely. "Don't I? You have no idea how hard I had to work to lose all that weight!" she chirped. She looked at me, finally acknowledging me sitting right there. "Hi, I'm Anya Adams," I said. "I know who you are," she said. I don't know if it was my imagination but...did she just sneer at me? "What are you guys doing here? Am I interrupting?" Miranda asked.

I was shocked by how easily Miranda’s fans turned against her. Her followers on I*******m decreased to none. Videos of women burning the clothes they bought from her store rocked the internet. It was truly a hideous affair. Is it wrong that I'm really ecstatic at her downfall? Whoever said that revenge was a dish served cold was right because right now I'm happy watching karma have her way with Miranda. “Lauren?” I turn at the sound of a soft voice behind me. I find a woman I’d only ever seen in magazines standing behind me. She was in her sixties but she still looked beautiful. She wasn’t alone though. Three more women were with her