Novel & Cerita Miranda Lawson

When she saw the serious expression on my face she quickly shut her mouth and looked at me to show she was listening. That is why I always thanked God for giving me such a wonderful best friend like Tiana who understood me very well. She was like my younger sister and I really cared for her. Right now I was also a bit worried about what she was going to think about me. "Tiana, I'm a half Vampire half Werewolf princess by the name Angelina Riana Rivera Wolfen." I said to her after taking a deep breath. To my utter amazement the girl just bust out laughing.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

she said, shaking out her mane of white hair, stray twigs, and leaves falling to the road. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Miranda, and I am the Beta of this here pack. Also, you're under arrest." "Under who's authority!? Pelham sputtered. "Why the Luna of the Opal Hill," Miranda raised her arms and twirled around, the poncho she was wearing flapping in the breeze. "Why the master of the very hills you're currently standing on." "Oh," I offered intelligently. "'Oh,' indeed," Miranda winked.

“Let it go, Liam. Cassius will find a good girl to wed soon. I wish him the absolute best, really. He is a good man. But I don’t have any feelings for him.” “Good for him, then.” I didn't bother asking my brother to explain that cryptic statement. I simply slipped my hand into his arm and continued our walk across the lobby. But just as we neared the center of the floor, the heavy glass double doors swung open, and Miranda strolled in. I had to admit, she looked exceptionally beautiful, wrapped in a hot, dangerously tight crimson bandage gown. The dress featured a daring, asymmetric neckline that exposed one sculpted shoulder, while a thigh-high slit flaunted her legs with every stride.

“I called Doctor Griffin for Audrey -” Miranda's unwavering demeanor and the air of authority she exudes do not go unnoticed by Richard. He has long admired her confidence and beauty, finding himself drawn to the strength and charisma she possesses. Despite harboring a secret crush on Miranda, he has never dared to confess his feelings, bound by the unspoken rules of family loyalty and the knowledge of their shared bloodline – she is, after all, an Ashford by blood, his cousin by familial ties.

Luis sent another chat, "What about Mirenda, what is she saying?" "Hmm, she is not from around. She is actually from Padua. She leaves there with her sick mother and goes to the street to beg people for money to take care of her mum. She met this woman who has been very supportive in the past few days. That woman brought her to the shop and instructed her to give you the sandwich. Unfortunately, she doesn't know where the woman stays and comes from. She knows she is rich though from her appearance," James replied. "Okay, James, I will send you an image. Let's find out if she will recognize the person. I will pass by the station tomorrow," Luis sent another message.

“I told you that woman would destroy you if she could.” Before Annabelle could reply, the door buzzer went off. She tensed. “Don’t answer it.” But a voice came through the speaker, firm, professional, and calm. “Annabelle Callahan? It’s Miranda Chen. I’m your lawyer. We need to talk.” --- Miranda wasn’t what Annabelle expected. No gray suit or corporate chill. She wore jeans, a black turtleneck, and confidence like armor. Her tone was measured, her eyes sharp and assessing.

For the first time in a long time, Mira felt intrigued. Mirabel Erickson, an 18-year-old 300-level mechanical engineering student, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth brown skin, which she fondly referred to as her "chocolate color," only added to her confident charm. Born and raised in Lagos but of Edo heritage, Mirabel carried herself with a natural grace that often turned heads.

"You organized it alone and sent this girl alone. Told no one." "I wanted to do something useful—" "Then do something useful by answering my question directly." I kept my voice low but left no room for deflection. "Who is Mira? Where did you find her? And what did you give her this afternoon?" Lysandra looked at me. Then at Ken. Her expression was composed and perfectly still in the way of someone who had decided exactly how much they were willing to reveal. "She is a maid I recruited from the village. She's experienced and well-mannered. I thought she would serve Nova well." She adjusted the clasp at her collar.

So, Miranda immediately recognized Caspian as Willow's good-for-nothing husband. From her expression, Caspian knew she recognized him. After all, he saw the headlines that morning, too. He would probably be stuck with the title "the Stewart family's useless son-in-law" for a long time. "Mr. L-Lynch. Are you the new CEO of Southlake Corporation?" Miranda asked tentatively. Miranda had achieved her ambitions at a young age. She had become the vice president of Southlake Corporation in her 20s. Besides her exceptional capabilities, she was also a well-mannered woman.