Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

“Please, don’t be dramatic.” Melissa inhaled and started up. The closer she got to Miranda’s room, the more nervous she became. By the time she knocked, her heartbeat had become embarrassingly loud. “Come in,” Miranda’s voice called softly. Melissa opened the door. Miranda sat near the window in a loose lavender dress, one hand resting over her bump. Her hair was undone, falling around her shoulders. She looked beautiful, but there was a sadness around her eyes that Melissa noticed immediately. Miranda blinked in surprise.

The press calls him devoted, eccentric, and controlled by a wife no one has ever seen. Evan knows the truth. Adrian is still waiting for the woman he was supposed to marry. “I’ll take care of it.” The elevator reaches the executive floor. Adrian walks into his office while Evan opens a new email from TÉRA. The designer’s profile is brief. Mira, twenty-seven. Trained in jewelry design in the United States and Paris. Winner of the Aurora International High Jewelry Award. No legal name. No photograph. The final attachment shows the piece she created for tonight’s auction.

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.

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 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.

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.

He walked towards the private room and found that Mr Maxwell was already waiting for him. He pulled a chair for himself and sat down after greeting his business partner. Mr Maxwell was not alone and was accompanied by a young woman who seemed to be in her early twenties. " Mr Morgan, let me introduce you to my daughter. This is Terresia Maxwell. Terresia,meet Mr Lucas Morgan, the CEO of Morgan group of companies." Mr Maxwell respectfully introduced them to each other. " Hi, you can call me Terry." The young lady replied with a withdrawn voice. Mr Maxwell eyed his daughter and she in turn rolled her eyes at him.