Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

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.

I found Miranda in the kitchen, already dressed despite the early hour, reviewing documents while drinking coffee that smelled strong enough to wake the dead. "Morgana wants to meet," I said. Miranda didn't even look up. "Obviously a trap." "Obviously. But she claims Kieran's planning something that will hurt the twins." That got her attention. She set down her coffee and gestured for me to sit. "Tell me exactly what she said." I relayed the conversation word for word. Miranda listened with that intense focus lawyers develop, the kind that catches every detail and files it away for later use. "It's absolutely a trap," she said when I finished. "But it's also an opportunity."

Adrian Frost might be my future. I was Maya Lawson. And I was just getting started.

he shrugged, standing back to straighten the crease on his shirt. Yeah, the show is done. Mira won as the second most voted fashion designer and the youngest to ever win it. I could only slip away because she was busy dealing with the brands who wanted to rope her in. Layla was taken away by Malcolm, who had arrived from God knows where. And Brenda, she's also dealin with brands whom she has caught their attention. Now, here I am, all alone with my stepbrother who has become suddenly clingy to the extent of following me to the restroom.

I looked at Nigel with a raised eyebrow. "They are planning to do a welcome party for a new student." He clarified. That statement alone made my eyes widen in realization. "Seriously?! That awful. Christian won't let them do it, will he?" I asked. "Makaila, sometimes he doesn't have a say. I wonder if he is really a captain." Nigel sighed. I saw Tyler drag a girl out. Looking at her clearly she was what you will describe as cute. She was of an average height, petite with curves in the very right places. She was blond with plump pink lips. She looked really scared.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure." They had a lively conversation with Gaby later on, moving to where Olivia was to feel her skin. "She is a makeup artist and she will help change your look so you manage to stay incognito." "This gives me relief. But wait. Doesn't she have a family to go back to?" inquired Gaby. "She made this decision, honey. I didn't force her to. We ran a contest, and she knows everything about the plan." "Where will she stay for the meantime?" Gaby asked.

Selena was left looking out the window. Claire could no longer wait for her lawyer to arrive. Her older brother will finally be recover. And someone will also prove that she did not kill their mother and stab her. With a little patience, she will have a fresh start. “Garcia! You have a call! ” The newly assigned policeman shouted again at their precinct. She almost tripped as she reached the telephone. “Hello? Who's this?" “Claire! This is Tessa… don’t be surprised by what I will tell you huh? ” “Tessa… tell me. You make me nervous ”

I never thought that there would be a day I would have to stop crossing that boundary. I knew about Miranda's entire family since I had done my research on her thoroughly. Tory was the younger sister that was the complete opposite of Miranda. She didn't care about fashion the way Miranda did — predominantly dressing in gothic colors. Tory also had way more piercings than the average teenager and had a record to her name — petty crimes of course that her father managed to get her off the hook for.

This wasn't her fault. "I don't care darling! Whether you are a gold digger or a thief or a prostitute! I don't give a damn! Neither does the rest of the family! We just want our Calhoun to be free from your pointy hands!" She added with fierceness. Ariana felt her eyes itch and she knew she would cry at any moment but she tried to hold on to the little self esteem she had left. Lily Lawson got up from the seat and picked up her bottle. She uncorked it one more time and turned the opened bottle to the table, spilling the water to the table.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.