Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

"Her parents live in the UK, and she's lived there for most of her life. I think I know where you're going with this, Amanda. You suspect the woman who did Lucas’ makeup might be our boss’s wife, don't you?" Amanda wasn’t fully convinced herself. "It’s just a feeling I have… I saw the makeup work she did on Lucas, and the style was unmistakable. It was so distinct that I immediately recognized it. Even Lucas said it was exactly like what Emily used to do. But if Miranda is really from the UK..." "Oh, I probably didn’t explain that clearly," Ken interrupted. "Miranda might have British citizenship, but she’s originally from New York." "Is she an immigrant?" Amanda inquired, narrowing her eyes

Miranda strode away, her perfect face distorted into an outburst of rage and embarrassment. This wasn't over—not by a long shot. She wouldn't let a weak, archaic relic like Wilkins jeopardize Caleb's supremacy or her sparkling future in Willhaven's elite inner circle. If the nasty old crone insisted on manipulating the competition with her twisted philosophies, so be it. Miranda would just have to remove the entire rotting system, using any methods necessary. No matter how devious or vicious the means, she would ensure that the world's natural order prevailed. The battle lines had been formed, and Lila Emerson's strange little bunch would be first in the firing line...

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

“Mr. Lawson made his choice.” Mira’s eyes darkened, her voice dripping with venom. “Oh, he made a choice alright. A temporary one. Do you really think a man like Frederick Lawson would ever truly love someone like you? You’re nothing but a replacement, a convenient little pawn to keep him out of a real marriage.” Laughter echoed behind her. “Mira, maybe she’s his maid or something,” one of her friends chimed in mockingly. “She does look the part.” I swallowed hard, holding back the sting in my eyes. “Say whatever you want, but don’t pretend you know what’s between us.”

the assistant heard someone outside say and hurried to report, showing a hint of disdain towards Linda, "Did not she live well at the York residence? Why come looking for you? You've only met a few times, but she acts like you're close." "Which woman?" Miranda, dressed elegantly, was trying on dresses. This time she was going to walk the red carpet. It was her first time, and she attached great importance to it, picking a dress that would stun the crowd. She wanted the audience to notice her. It would be best if her press release overshadowed everyone else's. She enjoyed the feeling of being watched by others, hoping to become a top star one day. "Who else could it be but Linda?" Miranda pau

she asked after a short silence. “Yes, he told me he got off work early because he was feeling well and is with Rowena, but I didn’t tell him I am with you, you two will deal with each other when we get home.” “And by the way, I thought I saw someone I knew in the lobby, Miranda. What the hell was she doing here?” “Oh, you know she is a Luna, right?” “Yeah, I heard that girl just got lucky. She was Kai’s fuck buddy or do we way friends with benefits? Then they confess their feelings and he dies a few weeks later, and then she just gets selected as Ryder’s mate? Wow! Just wow. She must be lucky.”

I reply. Miranda starts pacing and looks like she is arguing with herself. I can tell she is conflicted and doesn’t want to reveal who she is, but we need to be honest in our relationship. I need to know who she is. Particularly if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. “I am not at liberty to say what I do,” she starts with me ready to jump in and argue. Miranda holds up her hand, “Wait, I am not at liberty to tell you everything. What I can tell you is I am a warrior. So along with being a witch, I can also fight to protect myself and others. I wasn’t afraid when I went to Lily’s room. I have good instincts and I can fight, but I also have stronger powers than the a

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

“I am taking care of it, my lawyer suggests I buy all the shares. He said it was an opportunity for me to buy everything for a cheap price " Her eyes light up. “Wooo, that’s big. Are you considering it?” She asked, as she served us food. “Baby, I told my lawyer to handle it. I am interested in buying his company”. She smiled coldly. “Eat up” she winked at me. Unknown Pov. After the death of Greg, social service took Mira to the foster home. She was five years old at the time. She spent two weeks at the foster home before Mr Lead paid her a visit with his lawyer.

Miranda/Laila’s POV To be frank, I couldn’t understand why this man, Mr. Williams, was so insistent on making my life miserable. Ever since I walked into the Emperor’s Company as Laila, he had been an active conspirator with my stepmother, Hamilton, and her daughter, Mara. They were all set on ensuring I wouldn’t become the CEO. Little did they know, I was not just Laila; I was Miranda, and I was more prepared than any of them could imagine. Every word, every action they took against Laila before her untimely death, would be repaid tenfold. Today wasn’t just about taking control of this company—it was about serving long-overdue justice.