Miranda Cosgrove Ticklish Novels & Stories

Walking faster I finally got into my room I guess and lay on the soft thing called bed Miranda's POV I opened the door as I looked around for the person who knocked but found no trace Huh I tightened my towel which was already losing and walked into the room Who the heck is playing pranks with me Could it be that jerk Micheal Huh I gritted my teeth in anger Jerk But a thought suddenly flashed through my head I drugged him right as well as the rest Well to be sure I need to check them up I put on my pyjamas and walked out of the room I first opened Kel's room and wow They look cute like a couple snuggling together They were even wearing same pyjamas Awwn Seems they are really down with the se

A boy violates a school policy, including dress code, I speak up. “Well, a little,” Miranda batted her fake eyelashes at me, thinking those blue eyes would do a damn thing for me. “Could go over it with us… or just me before the dance,” she licked her lips. I’m guessing she’s trying to be sexy, but it’s just coming off as desperate and super creepy.

she said, leaning in with a mischievous grin, "if I were into older women who can make a killer breakfast and crack jokes like a pro, you’d definitely be on my radar." Miranda burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the dining room. I and Dunlop couldn't help but join in "Oh, Charisa, you know how to make an old lady feel special," Miranda said, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye. Charisa winked and replied, "Just doing my part to keep things interesting around here.” “I would love to meet Lily” Miranda told her “Of course. I'm going to meet her right now. Did you want to come?” Charisa offered

My brows furrowed. “Who is that?’ I asked Miranda became anxious almost immediately, brushing the strands of her hair. “I... I... don’t,” she stuttered, avoiding my gaze. “I thought I saw you with someone,” I said, my tone laced with curiosity as I looked back at her. “Oh,” she reached for my hand lightly, almost as if to distract me. “That was my daughter, Grace. She had an urgent call.” “You still in touch with Tilda?” I found myself asking.

She says. I reach out and under her skirt, holding her vagina. "You ever touch a woman?" Miranda asks. "No," I reply, exploring her soft mound with my fingers. "You like it?" We are face to face, fingering each other. "I like Mr. K's cock better, but this is fun."

“Oh my, who’s that messed up?” Miranda pretended to think hard, then answered triumphantly, “Who else but Paaaa—” I didn’t think twice. In one swift motion, I grabbed the sofa pillow next to me and threw it straight at Miranda’s face. “UMPH—!” Miranda stumbled backward, her hands busy pulling the pillow that nearly covered her entire head. I laughed triumphantly, but that laugh quickly faded when Miranda tossed the pillow back at me. I managed to dodge just in time, but Miranda was already closing in with a determined, mischievous look. “Belva Moguel, you’re gonna pay for that.”

Her nose wrinkled from the sickly-sweet scent of the deceased soldiers. "Thank you," she uttered gratefully in a hoarse whisper and rubbed her sore wrists. Alpha Gray laid Mira's limp body on the solid forest surface. Marigold rushed to her side and removed the gag, and gently stroked Mira's wild red curls away from her dirty face. "I thought you worked for the Rogues?" Miranda grumbled. She sounded profoundly affronted. "I did, but only to keep her safe," Marigold glanced tenderly at Mira. "She's my half-sister, you see."

Gleaming, razor sharp fangs emerge from her gums as she curls her lip back in a threatening snarl. “Can you do this?” Miranda taunts, reaching a hand out toward my chest and poking me with a long claw. I can feel the latent strength in her body as she easily pins me against the cold bathroom wall. “Or this?” Miranda slashes her claw down, ripping a hole in my shirt and only barely avoiding slicing into my skin.

A gasp of shock escaped my lips as my hands quickly flew up to my chest to cover what little bit of my dignity my almost threadbare sports bra tried to. The mocking laughter and jeering got even louder following the grave mishap, Derrick’s voice championing the choir of mockers. Miranda threw her head backwards to bawl like an overfed pig. Marie held a hand over her mouth while she laughed. Cindy and the rest of Miranda’s minions were convulsing with laughter, their eyes lit up with sinister excitement and mischief.

Miranda shook her head and twirled on one elegant girl, admiring her manicured nails. "Pity," she moaned in a deceptively dulcet tone. "I did so hope we could have settled this like civilized human beings." Miranda's palm darted out in a terrifyingly quick viper attack, faster than Mia or Lila could process. Her manicured nails made a meaty crack as they struck solidly with Lila's cheek, whip-crack sharp and viciously precise.