Miranda Cooper Novels & Stories

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.

Something about her body language the way she kept looking around like she didn’t want to be overheard made me pause before getting out of my car. I cracked my window slightly, just enough to hear her voice carrying across the parking lot. “He’s not falling in line like he’s supposed to,” Miranda was saying, her voice sharp with frustration. “I tried everything nothing’s working. He won’t even look at me without disgust.” There was a pause as whoever she was talking to responded. “I know the timeline is tight,” Miranda continued. “But if he doesn’t cooperat….” She stopped mid-sentence, her head snapping around like she’d sensed something. Our eyes met across the parking lot, and I saw the ex

" Miranda's face turned pale almost instantly. She pointed a finger in Trevor's face in shock, unable to come up with a word. Meanwhile, Trevor just let me roll with it without exposing my very obvious lies. After all, it wouldn't matter anyway as long as he got bragging rights back. That was the most important thing of all. "Trevor Coffey! I'm going to kill you!" Miranda's rebellious nature completely erupted then and there. She suddenly pulled a knife out of her bag and stabbed Trevor in the abdomen. He let out a painful hiss and reacted instantly by kicking Miranda right off, sending her flying. They both then crumpled to the ground, unable to get up.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

An arrow came flying out of nowhere, nearly missing me, and I jumped on the hunter that shot it but the moment my fangs sunk into the hunter's shoulder, a jolt of electricity coursed through my entire body, going straight to my core. "Mate!" Zarek voiced out, immediately retracting his fangs and taking a step back while I stared at my so-called mate, who was covered from head to toe, with only her eyes peaking out. I couldn't smell her scent, but judging by the shape and color of her eyes and the rage and anger swimming in them, I could tell it was a woman, who was none other than Adelaide Foster, my failed mission, the girl I had planned on killing tonight.

I could not understand why she was so excited to bury her grandson alive. "She is his wife. She owns that right. Mira was in a physical relationship with Freddy. And I have a grand druid to confirm that. You never know what they did together every single time he found her. And by the way, I am Mira's twin sister, Sierra." She looked at the judicial team, asking permission in hidden words to call the Grand Druid inside the courtroom.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Miranda, once imprisoned and believed to be a victim of Blaire's betrayal, had actually orchestrated the entire charade. It was Miranda who had manipulated Blaire's emotions, driving her towards revenge. She had used Blaire's desire for power to further her own sinister agenda. Blaire, blinded by her own pain and blinded by her past love for Miranda, had unknowingly fallen into her former partner's trap. The pack stood frozen, the truth echoing through their minds. Their understanding of the situation shattered, replaced by a murky landscape of uncertainty and betrayal. With Miranda's true motives revealed, the lines between ally and enemy blurred even further.

And Camille was the perfect pawn to use against him. Because she was Michael’s only weakness. It was like hitting two birds with one stone. ‘Now, if only she would cooperate better with the plan,’ he thought to himself as he sat up in bed, feeling irritation slip into his gut. Camille was getting a little rebellious lately. Maybe it was because she thought she had a fallback if she ever got ruined — and that was Michael McGregor. Christian groaned as he felt a killer hangover attack his head. He looked over and saw a glass of water on his bed and a single pill. It seemed that Camille had left it there for him. How thoughtful.

Miranda said and started walking, Ann following behind her with excitement that Miranda didn't dismiss her. *** Miranda and Anna stood beside Marietta and became visible. Thalia, Chrid, Silas, and Lolla were shocked to see her come out of nowhere. “The copycat is gone, you can do whatever you want now and not worry.” Marietta, who looked calm, turned to Miranda and thanked her before looking further and seeing an unknown girl. “Haa, who is she?” “My coven daughter, no biggie, she just missed me too much that's all,” Miranda said with an annoyed growl and Ann giggled.