Miranda Cosgrove Relationship Novels & Stories

Her breath faltered slightly. But doubt was stubborn. “I need space today,” she said quietly. He nodded slowly. “Okay.” Not angry. Not defensive. Just controlled. That scared her more than shouting would have. Because controlled Lewis meant he was calculating again. And she didn’t know if that calculation included her heart. Later that afternoon, Lewis tracked the call within hours. Miranda Collins. Former executive assistant. Short-term relationship during the first year post-divorce. Non-disclosure agreement signed. Which meant Someone paid her to speak.

My heart raced, but Miranda calmly slid off the table, fixed her dress, and sat beside me just as Drake walked in with the ice cream. “That was quick,” Miranda said. “I didn’t want to leave Joan with you too long,” Drake said. “Who knows what you two might talk about.” “Oh, we were just getting to know each other better,” Miranda said, sliding her hand under my dress and touching me again. “Yeah,” I said, my voice unsteady. “I think I know your mom a lot better now.” “Is that good?” he asked, looking uneasy. “Oh, I think your girlfriend and I will get along very well,” Miranda said, pulling her fingers out and standing.

“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.

Miranda threw a spoon at him who easily dodge it and yelled, “DON’T CALL ME MOM, I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOUR MATE AND I HATE THE MOON GODDESS FOR RUINING MY HAPPINESS!” Corbin stood up from his seat with a whimpering Parisa and said, “She didn’t ruin your life. You ruined your own! You are a sick and twisted human. Get out of my fucking house. I don’t want to see you! Pack your shit and leave. I don’t want you near my mate and my pups!” >Grayson!! Get your ass here and remove Miranda from my house,< Corbin ordered, and stalked away. Grayson came running into Corbin’s home and saw Miranda crying in the kitchen. He didn’t ask questions. He switched off the stove, took out the

"Name, Alice. Only child of Raphael Ashborne and Alisa York. Her mother passed away in an accident. A few years later, Raphael remarried a widow with one child. Alice has a stepsister named Miranda." At this point, Anggia stopped reading. She looked again to make sure she hadn’t misread. "Miranda?" In front of Anggia, Edric nodded. He knew she would want to confirm this information. "Yes. Ashton Wolf’s late wife. The guy you’ve had a crush on for a long time, right?" "Wait... wait... I’m a bit confused. How are Alice and Miranda related?" Edric smiled thinly. Putting down the spoon he was holding, he happily explained what Anggia needed.

As they sat there, holding hands, Miranda realized that she was falling in love with Nathan. Despite his flaws and his troubled past, she knew that she cared for him deeply. And as Nathan leaned in and kissed her, she knew that she was willing to do whatever it takes to keep him safe and to fight by his side. The next few weeks were a blur of activity as Nathan, Miranda, and Emily worked tirelessly to prepare for the upcoming trial. They spent long hours poring over legal documents, reviewing evidence, and strategizing with their legal team. It was a daunting task, but they were determined to see it through to the end. During this time, Nathan and Miranda's relationship had deepened. They ha

Miranda was the producer he'd mentioned. She showed the message to Clara, who read it and nodded slowly. "So this is the project Alex was talking about. The one he sent you the script for." "I guess so. I didn't realize he was working with Miranda." "Did you read the script he sent?" Angela had. Late at night after the gala, she'd read the pages Alex had given her. The character—Sophia—was a costume designer rebuilding her life after a controlling marriage. There was a scene where she encountered an ex-boyfriend who'd hurt her years ago, and they had to decide if they could work together despite their history.

The Scandal (Mira’s POV) I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone when my heart nearly stopped. A headline flashed across my screen, bold and clear, dragging my name through the mud. “Mira Exposed: Sleeping with Ex-Husband’s Stepbrother Even While Married!” My fingers trembled as I clicked on the article. The words felt like a slap to my face. “Sources claim that Mira ,the former wife of Aaron , had an affair with his stepbrother, , even while she was still legally married. The rumors come after a public confrontation. Witnesses claim that Mira openly admitted to having a sexual relationship with Alex.”

Miranda's POV I was walking along the hallway back from my dad's room when I heard voices from the far end of the hall, I quickly reduced my steps so as not to be heard. As I got closer I soon discovered it was Miranda and another male voice. I quickly did the invincibility spell and walked closer to where they were just so I hear what they were arguing about. I discovered it was the same rogue that had my grandmother killed, and almost had me killed. Seeing Miranda and this rogue together means, that Miranda is somehow connected to my grandma's death, Peter's death, and my near assassination.

"Look what crawled out of the woodwork." I turned around to see Miranda, Marcus's cousin who had hated me from the very beginning. She had never thought I was good enough for their precious Alpha, and she had never hesitated to let me know it. "Hello, Miranda," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. "I heard the wonderful news," she said, her eyes gleaming with malicious joy. "About Lydia finally coming back home where she belongs. Everyone is so excited. Finally, Marcus can be with his real mate instead of... well, you know." She looked me up and down with disgust.